"Hey Guacamole." Dave said, sitting beside Bro.
"What the fuck Dave?"
"What? Oh sorry Football."
"Dave."
"Oh. Foot Ball."
"Dave."
"Damn none of those are it." Dave muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing Spatula!"
Bro looked at Dave confused for a second, before grumbling that he was too tired for this shit. Dave watched as he Bro went back to his room. Dave then got out his book of 'Names Bro is not' and wrote down the names he had called him today. He sighed and set the notebook down and went to watch Hetalia.
He sighed as America slipped over the banana peel. How ironic. Haha. Laughter Giggle. Smile. He sighed again, before laying down, puffing out his chest, closed his eyes, and just went to sleep because he fucking felt like it.
When he woke up, he saw Bro flipping through some book. He rolled his eyes and closed his eyes before they snapped open. It was his notebook of names Bro were not.
