"Shiiiitake Mushrooms!" a tall, brunette teen swore as he watched his avatar die on the widescreen TV across from him.
Thorn King glared at his controller as the video game returned him to his last save point. He'd been so close to beating that dungeon too, now he had to start over. He grumbled and paused the game, tossing the controller onto the seat next to him.
If he was gonna redo this shiz, he needed snacks. The 18 year old stood and stretched before adjusting his red plaid pajama pants and smoothing down his Aerosmith tank top. He left the den he'd sequestered himself in for the past few hours and headed across the expansive house in search of the kitchen.
It was Sunday evening and yet again, the Thorn siblings were the only ones home. Dad was on some business trip for his million-dollar company and Mommy Dearest was at some spa or something with her insipid gal pals. Not that Thorn minded, life was much more pleasant when they weren't around. It had always been just him and his brother. They weren't that far apart in age but Thorn had always taken care of his baby bro. They were best friends.
Thorn yawned as he entered the kitchen, reaching up to pull his hair out of it's ponytail, letting the silky brown strands fall down around his shoulders. He pushed some out of bright, blue eyes and tucked it behind his ears which were each pierced with silver hoops. He looped the hair tie around his wrist before ambling over to the fridge, thinking a sandwich and some coffee would do him a world of good.
Maybe he should see if baby brother wanted some too, hmm, where was he anyway?