You comfortably sat on the couch.

Nothing could ruin your mood. Well, except one thing. Your older brother. Who tackled you off the couch and held you in his arms, throwing you up and down like a cat with a ball of yarn.

“What’s up, flipperhead?” He just smiled, before he stopped throwing you, hugging you to his chest.

“Aww it’s like you’re a baby aaaalll ova’ again. Whinin’, cryin’, throwin’ up all ova’ me and our olda’ brudda’s.” He squeezed you tighter, which made you squirm.

He let go of you and stood up, picking you up by your armpits and shaking you around. Which made you kick him and run.

He quickly chased after you, catching up to you quickly. Before you went on the other side of a table, trying to step one way, but he blocked it.

This shenanigan went on for a second. Before he lunged over the table, his movements were quick and graceful like a cat.

“Gotcha’ Chucklehead!!” His hands reached out to grab you, before you sidestepped.