Smiley always liked fights, and you knew it very well because even when he was little he got into trouble. Smiley arrived at your house with wounds and other people blood.

You were help him, giving him clean clothes and healing the wounds on his body. And Smiley was smiling as always and as if nothing had happened. "Hehe, I guess I got a little more excited this time."

You no longer knew what to do with your problematic older brother, at least Angry was calmer...