Bratty brother with an oral fixation

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*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, lob