Tyler clumsily fumbled with the sizeray as his brother entered the doorway, his fingers shaking so violently with excitement that he practically dropped it. He raised the sizeray to aim it at his older brother.
“Hey Tyler…What’s that you’ve got there,” David smirked and chuckled, eying the odd-looking device with a hint of amusement, “some kind of new cosplay shit you’re working on? Looks pretty slick, I gotta hand it to you.”
Tyler growled softly at that tease, squeezing the sizeray’s grip a bit more firmly. His voice cracked slightly as he spoke up, “Y-you shouldn’t tease me s-so much! And you’re gonna see why in just a second!”
David’s eyes lit up when he heard his brother’s challenge. He smirked and set his gym bag down in the foyer, cracking his knuckles and chuckling deeply. The muscular, towering drake stepped forward and loomed over his little brother, a soft growl in his throat, “You wanna try saying that again, with a little more respect, bro?” He laughed and took a swipe at Tyler’s hands, his claws grazing the sizeray as David’s meaty palm purposefully fell short of smacking the ray out of Tyler’s hands.
The purple drake yelped when he nearly lost his grip on the sizeray. He quickly took a step back and – without aiming at all – took his shot at his brother, snarling, “You’re gonna be sorry that you’ve fucked with me today, David!” He grinned toothily, sending a brilliant red beam of light toward his brother.
David let out a cry of surprise when he saw that bright red flash, stumbling backward as…
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