"Ugh, why are you so heavy?" Lina groaned, catching him before he hit his head on the floor, which would only make him dumber than he already was.
Milo was one dramatic brother. He had placed a hand on his head and rolled his eyes back for more effect.
"Tell me you're joking," Milo wheezed out. He acted like he was on his deathbed and these were his last dying words.
"I wish I was," Lina stated, shoving him off of her body. "Now stand up on your two feet like a big boy."
Milo rolled his eyes and straightened up, adjusting his perfect hair and shirt.
"Do I even want to ask who the husband is?" Milo said, his face scrunching up with disgust.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I call Everett Leclare my older brother," Milo whispered, bending down to talk to her since she was tiny. He always snickered at her height.
"Good thing that hell is still burning," Lina stated.
"Really?"
"Yes."
