" How long have you been here, what are you doing?"
Brandon asks as walking into the basement and I stopped my action as I turn to smile at him.
" what does it look like I am doing?"
I reply with a question of mine, knowing how irritating he gets whenever I answer his question with another question, but I enjoyed doing this to him.
" Looks like you're having a chicken fight with a toddler,"
He answered, and I scowled.
" You could have been nicer and admit that I am doing a good job here."
I replied
'' You could have answered my question without being sarcastic, ''
he fires back sitting on the empty shelf
" Guess I'm not allowed to tease my friend."
I say with a fake frown, slumping to the floor. My head leaned against the wall.
" You're
