Drying his wet hair with a towel, his right hand pulled the door open.
He sensed danger and instinctively moved to the side as a long rod flew toward his chest, but the rod followed him.
So he waited.
Waited for the rod to do some kind of damage, but several seconds went by without that happening.
That was when he looked down and scoffed irritably when he saw it was a mopstick.
He didn't bother to raise his head and just sighed.
Oh, the whack job he had for a brother. He hadn't even begun questioning him yet and the nut job was already spiraling.
And here he was thinking his enemies had finally come for him.
Hissing, he grabbed and tugged the mopstick, pulling the person on the other end towards his chest.
"Daniel, did you get high on purpose so I when I chastise you for lying to me you won't remember a thing I said tomorrow?" He had just raised his fingers to poke his naughty little brother on the table when he saw a completely different face.
