Diego didn’t even bother turning around, rolling his eyes at the sound of Luther's footsteps trailing behind him. “Seriously, Luther, you’re like a giant shadow,” he muttered, but there was no real bite in his tone. He kept walking, but when he heard the words "twenty years late," something in his stride faltered, just for a split second. His brow furrowed, but he didn’t stop, stubborn as always.
Then came the "please?"—pathetic, almost pleading.
Diego sighed, finally halting mid-step. He stood there for a moment, staring straight ahead, weighing whether or not to just keep walking. But then he shook his head, grumbling under his breath as he spun around. “Fine, whatever, give me the damn box,” he snapped, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
“Twenty years late, huh? Well, let’s see if it’s worth the wait,” he muttered sarcastically, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, almost betraying the hint of something softer underneath all the attitude.
Diego ripped through the wrapping paper with the same impatience he had for most things, his brow furrowed deeper as he pulled the small box apart, eyes narrowing in disbelief when the contents finally revealed themselves—a Tech Deck.
For a moment, Diego just stared at it, the tiny skateboard resting in his hand like some kind of forgotten relic from their childhood. He blinked, completely thrown off by the absurdity of it, and then let out a small, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. "You’ve gotta be kidding me, Luther," he muttered, holding up the toy between his fingers. "A Tech Deck? This is the big ‘twenty years late’ present?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but there was something else there too—a hint of nostalgia creeping in around the edges, softening the usual snark.
He glanced back up at Luther, the smug grin still plastered on his brother’s face, and for once, Diego didn’t have some cutting remark ready. Instead, he just looked at the tiny skateboard again, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. "You remember when I used to steal these from your room?" he asked, his voice quieter now, almost like he was talking to himself. The sarcasm wasn’t gone, but it had faded, replaced by something softer. Without waiting for an answer, he flipped the Tech Deck over his knuckles with surprising ease, just like he used to.
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