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Your name is Dave Strider and your older brother is nowhere to be found. It's not that big of a surprise, really. He's almost never home any more, leaving you to your own devices. The little time he is home, he's either sleeping or on the roof, awaiting your arrival for another strife. It's also a common thing for him to come home drunk and that was never fun.
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Dave stared at his computer screen, trying to pass time by making another SBaHJ comic. He succeeded in killing a whole ten minutes and gave himself a silent, sarcastic congratulations. With a heavy sigh, the Strider stood up, relocating to the dark and cluttered living room.
It was around midnight and as previously stated, Bro was still not home. He sighed softly, sitting down on the floor in front of the wide TV, which was playing a strange, colorful cartoon that he stared at but didn't actually pay attention to. He sat there, completely still for another hour before he heard the door slam against the wall, signaling his brother's arrival. With slow movements, Dave turned his head to watch an angry figure walk inside, leaving the door wide open. The younger, smaller Strider sat extremely still, hoping to not catch his brother's attention. Of course, that was impossible considering he was sitting right in front of the futon that Bro normally slept on.
Bro froze, staring at Dave as if he couldn't believe he was sitting there. Dave raised a hand unenthusiastically and spoke in a monotonous manner. "Hey."
"What the hell, Dave, why are you still awake? It's like one in the fucking morning." Came the growled response of Bro as he glared little, burning holes right through the teen.
"Couldn't sleep"
"Bullshit."
Dave glared at him from his position on the floor, refusing to back down and retreat to his room. "Fine, I was waiting for you to come home. Excuse me for actually wanting to see my goddamn brother every once in a while."
Bro pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously more annoyed than he had been at first. He walked past Dave and sat down before he responded, voice sounding much calmer than before. "Go to bed, Dave."
"Bu-"
The younger's voice was cut off by a menacing growl from Bro. "Just go."
Red eyes locked onto orange as they stared eachother down for a good ten minutes before Dave stood and relocated to his room. He sat down on the edge of his bed and listened to Bro moving around in the living room. Things had been like this for a few years now. The only time Dave ever got to be near his brother, the atmosphere was always so tense. The teen fell back on the bed and let his thoughts wander.