Before I continue my OUAT posts, a rant:

Now that I know what you were mad at him for, and it wasn’t a legit reason like I thought (of course, then again, when is it ever?), I’m even more irked by this living here thing.

Seriously, if you keep calling my little brother a disrespectful brat, I may not be able to keep fighting my already strong urge to “start something” as my mom called it. You’re not his mother and you’re not his sister, so unless he says something that’s actually offensive—which heaven knows he’s capable of—maybe you should shut the fuck up.

(Granted, he should also learn not to go behind dad’s back and tell people things that dad says. It’s not gonna play out as funny as it is in his head, it’ll just get him in trouble.)