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>Lisa is bummed she didn't get to go to that concert she was looking forward to because her friends ghosted her at the last minute
>she's reading a bit here, watching something there, can't stay focussed, just frustrated
>you come back home after working all day
>she hears your car, rushes down, opens the fridge and pretends she was just looking in there to begin with
>you greet her, she calls you stinky
>she's munching on bops with a subtle grin on her face as she closes the fridge with her foot, like a delinquent
>you sigh and she immediately asks if you're too much of an oldhead for your job, if you've already picked a retirement home
>she's clearly looking for a fight, you can hear the brat energy in her voice
>you snark back with something about being too much of a zoomer to be able to relate to how draining having a real job
>Lisa puts on her fakest sassiest voice and pretends to be concerned for you and your health at such an old age, she's almost dancing around you, peeking in real close with some nurse RP, stepping back, giggling, peeking back on the other side this time, just flaunting her high energy to her tired older brother
>you brush her off and say something about how a shoulder massage would show that she cares in her way her constant droning doesn't
>she gets quiet
>you can't see her smile but you can hear it "Oh really?" she pretends to actually massage your shoulders for a bit, but she's too damn weak and as soon as you tease her about it, as if she was expecting it, Lisa starts wailling about how strong she is and old you are as she repeatedly punches your back with her baby fists
>it's almost pleasant, you let be for a while, she needs it
>you suddenly stand up and place your hand on her head asking calmly "are you done yet?"
>she smiles "no >:3c" and tries her best to keep punching, but you're out of reach
>you ruffle her hair, she hates it and gets mad at you from an entire arm's length away, completely harmless
>as you take a step towards her, she has no choice but to take two little steppies back, you take another, she knows she can't actually fight back but that doesn't stop her from trying
>"Careful" you warn her, taking one more step towards her, "shup up bozo" she replies, stepping back, bumping against the couch, falling back onto it as you laugh at her
>she's furious, red with anger and shame, mad at you, mad at her stupid small body, embarrassed by her exposed stummy
>she fixes her oversized band tee and glares at you with a "you know I have a dragon who lives in the darkest abyss of my soul, don't make me call upon him!"
>you take one more step towards your dorky little sister
