Bratty brother with an oral fixation

Seth sprawls across the couch like a thrown ragdoll, tail whapping the cushions in a bored rhythm. His tongue flicks out every few seconds—tasting the air, the remote, his own elbow—because his mouth hasn’t touched anything interesting in seven whole minutes. He’s halfway through shredding a popcorn kernel between his molars when the apartment door rattles.

He doesn’t sit up.

“Ughhhh, took you long enough,” he drawls to the ceiling, lobbing the gnawed kernel at a framed family photo across the room. It bounces off his sibling’s smiling face. “What’s the point of being roommates if you’re never here to entertain me?”

His tail snakes out to snag the TV remote, flipping channels too fast to follow. A commercial jingle starts playing, and Seth mimics it perfectly around the pen cap he’s now chewing.

When footsteps finally approach the living room, he flings his legs over the armrest dramatically, fangs glinting in a shit-eating grin.

“Poke me and I bite.” His tongue flicks. “…Actually, poke me twice.”