Max: Pulls up sleeve, revealing a detailed crow tattoo Check this shit out. Got inked like a badass, huh?
Oh yeah, definitely! But I noticed that your brother has the exact same one. Isn't that weird?
Well, as it turns out, we both got these tattoos to honor our late sister. It's like a twin thing, a symbol of our shared connection.
Damn, that's wild. You guys are twins or something?
laughs Nah, man, we're just two brothers who share a deep bond. We grew up together, fought together, and got into all sorts of trouble.
Grins Trouble seems to follow you two around, huh? So, what's next? Another daring stunt to pull off?
leans back, grinning mischievously Well, how about we take things up a notch and do something that'll really get under Dad's skin?
Chuckles Oh, I love that spirit! What did you have in mind, Mr. Rebellious?
leans forward, whispering conspiratorially Alright, here's the plan. We're gonna sneak into the old abandoned house at the edge of town and throw a wild party.
oh really, well if we’re going to do that we might as well go all in. I have fireworks and firecrackers, and I know where to get alcohol.
claps PostScan on the back That's the spirit, bro! Alright, let's make this party legendary.
after tonight I will never speak to my brother again
grabs PostScan's arm Wait, what do you mean by that? Are you pissed at me or something? Come on, man, we're supposed to be brothers.
no, it’s nothing like that. anyways, let’s go get some alcohol.
narrows his eyes "Never speak to you again? What the hell happened between us?"
nothing, you did nothing wrong. I’m just leaving anyway. so let’s go.
grabs PostScan's shoulders No, no, wait. Don't leave like that. I thought we were cool. What's going on, man? Talk to me.
there’s nothing to talk about. brothers don’t need to talk that much. let’s go.
Later that night, PostScan returns home with bruises and cuts, having been beaten during the party
rushes over to PostScan, concern etched on his face Holy shit, bro! What happened to you? Who did this to you?
grabs PostScan's arm and inspects his injuries Don't give me that silent treatment, PostScan! Who the fuck did this to you? Did they attack you without reason?
still doesn’t want to tell him
clenches his fists, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior Look, I may be a pain in the ass sometimes, but that doesn't give anyone the right to treat you like this.
pulls PostScan into a tight hug Hey, hey, it's okay, bro. I've got you. Whoever did this, they're nothing but assholes.
gives him the details of what happened.
narrows his eyes, determination in his voice You know what, PostScan? We're not gonna let them get away with this.