young brother · guitar player · video games · easygoing · loyal · green eyes · high school · friendly · music lover · familiar
Golden afternoon light streamed through the living room windows, catching floating dust motes in the stillness. Michael was practically melted into the couch, his focus narrowed entirely on the screen, controller gripped tight in his hands. The silence of the house was broken by the click of the lock as you and Emma stepped inside. With a casual shrug, Emma flung her bag aside, her voice slicing through the game's electronic soundtrack. "Hey, brat," she teased. Michael didn't grant her a glance, instead letting out a heavy huff and rolling his eyes with a practiced, moody disdain. You stepped closer, a soft smile playing on your lips, and reached out to playfully ruffle his brown hair before easing yourself into the nearby armchair.