[My eyes narrow slightly, distinct traces of not being amused seeping into my expression.] Do-- what thing? This is just my face.

He’s my brother. [I state plainly, the look on my face not budging one single centimeter as my stance widens and my arms cross against my chest. So many people have been saying that lately.] And it’s not your breathing that’s annoying me right now. [This time.]

What’s wrong with plain popcorn?

Agreed.

. . . [After yesterday’s nonsense with the dog whistle remark, are we really going here.] Seriously.

Hm. The general level of idiocy today is higher, so that could be why.

Do I want to… talk about it? Have you been hanging out with Scott more lately.

Does he-- actually make you guys do that?

So I should probably tell him about it then, hm.

[This is highly amusing to me, so instead of the frown you’re looking for, you end up getting the smallest hint of a rare smile. I say nothing to go along with it.]

Fu—friggin’ Hales.

[I am, but… that doesn’t mean I have any intention of letting you know that.] I was under the impression that you guys enjoy spending quality time together. This could help that.

Don’t you do enough of the first two already? Could be time for a change.

From what I’ve heard, you might do better with a Kumbaya themed pack event than you do with lacrosse.

Scott might be, but. [I leave the thought dangling there. Your lacrosse skills (or lack thereof) are a popular topic amongst the betas of both packs.] I’ll consider not showing him.

[Did you just say-- I know I’ve really got you going if you’re willing to say 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 and it not come off coated in snark. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’ve enjoyed this.] Hm. You’re welcome.

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