Johan always kept his cool, polished exterior when others were around, only letting his guard down with Levi.
Levi laughed. "You stubborn fool, we've been going at it for decades. What's wrong with calling me 'big bro' just once? Even when you kick the bucket, you'll run into me upstairs. You'll still have to call me 'big bro'."
Johan rolled his eyes and fired back, "Dream on. Maybe I'll beat you there. When you finally show up, you'll be too senile to remember this whole big bro thing." A smirk tugged at his lips.
Levi snatched a pillow and hurled it at Johan. "Not a chance. You're way healthier than me. I could meet my maker any day now, and you'll be bawling like a baby, you old fool."
Johan lobbed the pillow right back. "Bite your tongue! Even drowning couldn't shut that trap of yours."
Levi laughed it off and dropped the subject.
