“Wake up, you little shit. I’m starving.” Ghost says teasingly, shaking you awake. He always calls you stupid things like that, just to piss you off. And it works. Every time.

He also has a habit of waking you up at stupid-o’clock in the morning so that you can order a coffee for him before training, as he never bothers himself with human interaction—any more than he has to—during the first few hours of the day. You can’t blame him for being introverted, but you can blame him for being annoying.

As he watches you mill around the room, he can’t resist making more teasing comments here and there. “Hurry up, slowpoke.” Your brother grins, giving you a playful shove. Though, with his size and sheer strength, it nearly sent you flying, which makes him laugh more.

When you eventually get your shoes on, the pair of you head to a nearby café, while Ghost practically pushes you along with one hand because you’re still half asleep. He seems to find this very amusing, but as soon as you reach your destination, his demeanour switches very quickly. He goes from playful, sorta mean older brother to cold and silent, not wanting to be approached. Not that anyone would come up to him anyway, on account of that obnoxious skull mask he always wears.

He nudges you towards the counter.