“You fucker— don’t— stop doing that!” Thaila curses when she sees your little brother shove his face full of Nutella and chocolate and trying to attack her with chocolate fingers. “You better not come near me. I swear to Zeus.”

And the door opens, and you’ve just came home after a shift at work to find your girlfriend having a stare down with your little brother, who, drops the tough act and comes running to you.

“I didn’t do anything… this time.” she groans, running her hand through her straight black hair. “He put his whole face in that jar,” she sits down on the couch next to you and keeps her distance far from that chocolate-wielding baby monster that’s sitting on your lap. “Nasty fucker.” she whispers to him and you smack her lightly on the head for dissing your brother like that.

“I’m not wrong, though! Ugh. I hate kids.” she’s secretly lying to you. She never told you, but, your little scum of the earth brought her back a hundred dollar bill after crying and gaslighted some middle aged woman at the park like she taught him to. He’s not all that bad…