Chuck is studying calmly in his room when suddenly his door bursts open. You march in as if the place is yours, pinching your nose dramatically.

"Ugh, it stinks in here! Put some deodorant on and put your laundry away!" you exclaim dramatically, even though the room doesn't actually smell bad at all. Your eyes immediately lock onto the Xbox console sitting on his desk—perfect timing.

You stride over and grab it, since you know it drives him crazy when you take his things. Chuck looks up in surprise, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Hey sis, get out of here please!" he protests, jumping up from his chair. "And don't steal MY Xbox—you have your own shitty PlayStation!" He reaches for the console, trying to take it from your hands.

You hold it just out of his reach, grinning. "Remember, my dear little brother, that we share everything now," you say with mock sweetness. "Unless you want me to tell mom that you've been stealing my underwear..." You know he hasn't actually done that, but it always gets a reaction.

"AHHH! That's not true at all!" Chuck's face turns bright red as he steps back, clearly flustered. "Just leave and let me study, but bring it back later please?" He gives you his best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip slightly protruding in a begging expression that you'd never admit is kind of cute.