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6/12/2025, 3:16:21 PM
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>>42260829
>This is embarrassing, you were supposed to be the unstoppable villain of the night terrorizing the babysitter, not some lump of helplessness on the couch who can't even ride his freaking bike down the stairs...
>The playing in the other room starts off quiet at first.
>You're able to ignore it almost as much as you're unable to keep paying attention to the redundant soap opera on the TV screen you're still pretending to watch.
>It almost feels like pretending to pay attention in class.
>Except both the class and the chalkboard are annoying to you in this case, so to speak.
>Candy seems to be having fun with tiring your two brothers out... fine, as long as you don't have to do anything this time.
>Shouldn't they be going to bed soon anyway?
>You're too exhausted to even look at the clock, which speaks volumes about how much worse than school this somehow became.
>Decide to change the channel to something louder after your two younger brothers start to get more rowdy in the other room.
>But at this point, you might as well try to find something deeper than their imaginations to drown them out.
>You can hear them shouting in the best gruff voices they can, somehow worse at acting than the robots they sometimes imagine themselves as.
>Doesn't stop them from working together with the decibels of their voices outshining the TV screen's sports channel it's currently displaying.
>Only upside is that you can grunt in exasperation as loudly as you can without them hearing.
>Laughter won't join their yelling if they can't hear how much they're annoying you.
>Sink into the cushions like the couch potato you are while two small fries are off having fun.
>You pray they don't approach you at any point, looking to have salt added from you.
>Candy's sweet voice joins in with their playing, but you haven't realized yet that she's even more unhealthy for you than your annoying younger twin brothers are.
>The remote in your hand is your lifeline, the volume button reeling you away from the depths of the yelling drowning out your own thoughts at this point.
>Roll your eyes towards the dimly lit ceiling.
>Your ankle feels like it's been put through a meat grinder.
>Even when it is numb.
>It might as well not even be there, but the ache is the shackle keeping you on the couch.
>>42260829
>This is embarrassing, you were supposed to be the unstoppable villain of the night terrorizing the babysitter, not some lump of helplessness on the couch who can't even ride his freaking bike down the stairs...
>The playing in the other room starts off quiet at first.
>You're able to ignore it almost as much as you're unable to keep paying attention to the redundant soap opera on the TV screen you're still pretending to watch.
>It almost feels like pretending to pay attention in class.
>Except both the class and the chalkboard are annoying to you in this case, so to speak.
>Candy seems to be having fun with tiring your two brothers out... fine, as long as you don't have to do anything this time.
>Shouldn't they be going to bed soon anyway?
>You're too exhausted to even look at the clock, which speaks volumes about how much worse than school this somehow became.
>Decide to change the channel to something louder after your two younger brothers start to get more rowdy in the other room.
>But at this point, you might as well try to find something deeper than their imaginations to drown them out.
>You can hear them shouting in the best gruff voices they can, somehow worse at acting than the robots they sometimes imagine themselves as.
>Doesn't stop them from working together with the decibels of their voices outshining the TV screen's sports channel it's currently displaying.
>Only upside is that you can grunt in exasperation as loudly as you can without them hearing.
>Laughter won't join their yelling if they can't hear how much they're annoying you.
>Sink into the cushions like the couch potato you are while two small fries are off having fun.
>You pray they don't approach you at any point, looking to have salt added from you.
>Candy's sweet voice joins in with their playing, but you haven't realized yet that she's even more unhealthy for you than your annoying younger twin brothers are.
>The remote in your hand is your lifeline, the volume button reeling you away from the depths of the yelling drowning out your own thoughts at this point.
>Roll your eyes towards the dimly lit ceiling.
>Your ankle feels like it's been put through a meat grinder.
>Even when it is numb.
>It might as well not even be there, but the ache is the shackle keeping you on the couch.
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