Brooding
A conversation between two siblings.
“You’re definitely brooding.” “No, I’m not!” “Yes, you are.” “How do you even know what brooding looks like?” “I live with you, obviously, and you brood all the time.” “I do not brood!” “Yes, you do. Stop, don’t give me that face. You do. Look, I’ll explain it to you. What did you do when you lost your sword for a week?” “I looked for it? It was important to me! I needed to find it!” “And what happened when you couldn’t find it?” “I don’t remember. What?” “You stayed in your room for two days straight, sulking. Any time you came down for meals, you poked at your food and you frowned all the time and generally acted miserable.” “That’s normal! I was upset!” “It’s normal for you, yes, but not for other people. Other people would have asked for help. You just sat around brooding and pouting until Dad finally went out and looked for it himself.” “…” “You know I’m right.” “Yes, okay, you’re right. But that was a one-time thing!” “What about when you were considering confessing to Joan?” “I thought we agreed never to speak of that.” “You asked. And if I recall correctly—which I do—you spent six days in and out of your room with a frown and angry eyebrows and muttering under your breath. It was frankly very annoying. And it was definitely brooding.” “Let’s move on.” “Aww, you’re blushing! You’re so cute. Last year, worrying about Dono’s birthday party and what you were going to get him. Two weeks of brooding at the dinner table and in stores where you debated what to get.” “His gift needed to be perfect.” “Yes, I know. Don’t walk out, I’m not done. After buying Adam’s birthday gift, you spent hours alone in your room “sleeping.” You were thinking. You were brooding. This year, when we went to the bookstore, you were looking at the comics. Brooding. Last week, when we went to the movies. Brooding in the car when we drove there and brooding on the way back.” “Clarissa—“ “You’re always brooding, Hendrick! Always! You can’t convince me otherwise!” “I’m not brooding!” “Yes you are!” “NO!” “YES!” “I’M NOT BROODING!” “Well, not now! Now you’re yelling!” “…” “…” “I’m not yelling anymore.” “Nope. Now you’re back to brooding.” “I’M NOT BROODING.” “Sure.”
“You’re definitely brooding.” “No, I’m not!” “Yes, you are.” “How do you even know what brooding looks like?” “I live with you, obviously, and you brood all the time.” “I do not brood!” “Yes, you do. Stop, don’t give me that face. You do. Look, I’ll explain it to you. What did you do when you lost your sword for a week?” “I looked for it? It was important to me! I needed to find it!” “And what happened when you couldn’t find it?” “I don’t remember. What?” “You stayed in your room for two days straight, sulking. Any time you came down for meals, you poked at your food and you frowned all the time and generally acted miserable.” “That’s normal! I was upset!” “It’s normal for you, yes, but not for other people. Other people would have asked for help. You just sat around brooding and pouting until Dad finally went out and looked for it himself.” “…” “You know I’m right.” “Yes, okay, you’re right. But that was a one-time thing!” “What about when you were considering confessing to Joan?” “I thought we agreed never to speak of that.” “You asked. And if I recall correctly—which I do—you spent six days in and out of your room with a frown and angry eyebrows and muttering under your breath. It was frankly very annoying. And it was definitely brooding.” “Let’s move on.” “Aww, you’re blushing! You’re so cute. Last year, worrying about Dono’s birthday party and what you were going to get him. Two weeks of brooding at the dinner table and in stores where you debated what to get.” “His gift needed to be perfect.” “Yes, I know. Don’t walk out, I’m not done. After buying Adam’s birthday gift, you spent hours alone in your room “sleeping.” You were thinking. You were brooding. This year, when we went to the bookstore, you were looking at the comics. Brooding. Last week, when we went to the movies. Brooding in the car when we drove there and brooding on the way back.” “Clarissa—“ “You’re always brooding, Hendrick! Always! You can’t convince me otherwise!” “I’m not brooding!” “Yes you are!” “NO!” “YES!” “I’M NOT BROODING!” “Well, not now! Now you’re yelling!” “…” “…” “I’m not yelling anymore.” “Nope. Now you’re back to brooding.” “I’M NOT BROODING.” “Sure.”
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Author's Notes
After a month of dark and mysterious shorts, I decided a funny piece would be a great way to end the month.