"Bro. Bro. Bro. Bro."
"…What."
"Make me something to eat, I'm hungry."
Dave watched as Bro looked down at him, Dave's head currently residing in his lap as they watched television together, since Dave was being childish and refused to sit like a normal person. Bro shook his head and look back up at the television, attempting to tune the younger Strider out.
"Make your own shit; I'm not making you food."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Well… No."
"You're a dick. Why won't you make me any food, huh?"
Bro looked down at Dave again, both of their faces blank and holding sunglasses. "Because you're old enough to make your own food, plus I'm watching TV." Dave scoffed, turning his head to continue watching television instead of getting up to get something to eat. After a few minutes, Bro began messing with Dave's shirt, scribbling on it with a sharpie. It took Dave a few moments to notice what Bro was doing before sitting up and throwing the sharpie on the other side of the apartment angrily.
"Stop messing up my shirts and make me food!"
"No."
"…You ruined my shirt, you ass."
Bro smirked at Dave, still facing the television though he knew perfectly well how Dave would react. "So take it off." Dave's face grew a soft color of red, and he laid his head back down on Bro's leg, irritated.
"You're weird," he said, trying to already forget what Bro had said. Bro smiled and ruffled Dave's hair. "You like it." After that, both Striders sat in silence; Dave a red color, and Bro messing up Dave's hair and thinking about what meal he would surprise Dave with later.
A/N; You guys are way too kind ;u;