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I don't own Pokemon, yadda, blah.
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"Hey, Buck. You've got something on your shirt."
It was a classic joke older siblings used as a weapon against their younger ones. It always started with, "you've got something on your shirt..." As one of the oldest jokes in the book, one would think it would have died already, right?
"R-really? Whe--"
Flint executed the punch-line (or rather, the nose-flick) perfectly, not wasting a second after he had managed to get his seven-year-old brother to look down at his shirt. "Ha! Gotcha!" He ran off, cackling like a madman and left little Buck sitting on the couch, sniffling.
He never thought his big brother could be so mean...
"Hey, Flint."
The afro'd man looked over his shoulder from his seat in front of the same couch, only seven years later. "Uhn?"
Buck paused his game (some sort of hour-consuming RPG) and slid down to sit next to his brother. "You've got something on your shirt there..."
Flint had been eating a sloppy joe earlier, and the thought of ruining the awesome shirt his girlfriend had made for him for his birthday caused him to look down at it, panicked. "Wh-wha? Whe--"
As flawlessly as his older brother had seven years prior, Buck wasted no time lifting his finger to flick Flint's nose. "Ha! Gotcha!" And he ran off, too, laughing raucously.
Flint wasn't sure if he wanted to me mad or proud.
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