To Stab the Sky – 2
Dave leaned against his brother's arm, hoping he wouldn't be called out for being such a pussy. But Bro didn't say anything. He just pressed the play button for the second episode.
"He has a sword like yours," Dave said. Bro noticed he hadn't been talking as much this time. Maybe he really had gotten into the show.
"We have a lot of swords, man," Bro replied.
Dave bit his lip. "Hey, what colour are that guy's eyes."
"What guy?" Bro said, an amused smirk playing across his lip.
"Don't fuck with me. The Bro guy."
"Why don't you just pay attention and find out?" Bro replied.
"Wow. More tits. They're jiggling. Did they spend the entire animation budget on the show on her boobs."
"Wouldn't you?" Bro replied.
"Why would you run around fighting in a fucking bikini. Not that I'm complaining, just… Why would you do that. That is like the least amount of armour you could wear."
"To get more viewers? I don't know. Maybe it's easier to run around. Who gives a fuck? Tits."
Dave gripped the couch a little as he watched two of the characters sitting on the mini-mech. His chest hurt a little just viewing the scene. "They've never seen the stars."
"Nope." Bro ruffled Dave's hair. For once, Dave didn't even complain. "Have you?"
"Of course I fucking have," Dave snapped.
"How clearly?"
"What the hell do you mean."
"We should look at the stars one night. We'll just go up to the roof and have a gentlemen's glasses pact and look at the stars."
"What the hell is wrong with you. Why the fuck are you saying weirdass shit like that."
Bro frowned. "There are a lot of things I've done wrong, Dave."
"Like what."
"Just trust me. I've fucked up royally. I'm just trying to fix that, so just fucking go along with it, okay?"
"Lame."
"How are massive balls of fire lame, you prick?"
"Just watch the fucking show."
Bro had to work to suppress a snort. Now it was Dave that was shushing him. "Hey, the guy with the green hair must be you."
"What. What. No. Fuck. No. What the fuck. Just no. Gogdammit, you're such an asshole."
"He's even got your eyesha—"
"I will fucking destroy you. Don't try me, you assfuck douchebag."
Bro just laughed. It wasn't a cool-guy ironic laugh, but a rolling, rumbling, shaking laugh. Dave just made a noise in the back of his throat and slumped back against the couch.
"Nipples," said Dave.
"Are you still going on about that? See, man, that green guy is totally you. Bro was just about to cut him."
"No. No. Just fuck you."
"Hey, we used to sleep like that."
"Like what."
"You used to crawl into my bed when you got scared and crawl under my arm like a scared little—"
"Fuck you, you're making that up."
"Totally not, bro. You used to do that all the time."
"I did not."
"Would I lie to you?"
"Yes. Yes you would. You do it every fucking day."
"Yes, but that's different."
"Wow. Look at all the inverted colours. That is high budget editing right there."
"Shut up, brat."
Dave gave a sudden choke. "His eyes are red."
"Yep."
"I thought they were fucking purple."
"Nope." Bro smiled. "Here's an awesome fucking idea. What's say we make this a gentlemen's glasses pact from now on?"
"Why. That's stupid."
"Hey, man. Even TV Bro is on our side."
Dave watched in silence for a few minutes. "Okay." Carefully, he reached up and pulled off his shades. Bro did the same.
"Is it easier to watch now?"
"Fucking obvio—that's his dad."
"Yeah."
"His dad is dead."
"Yeah."
Dave looked away. "That's stupid. That's just…"
"Yeah."