Somewhere between Bad Batch and Tom& Jerry. There used to be a very asymmetrical balance of casual violence between my older brother and I and my younger brother because the youngest one has hemophilia (blood doesn’t clot right, even under the skin) and we only wanted to beat each other up, not actually cause any real damage. Add to that the fact that my brother played offensive line (American football) in high school and I washed out of cross country because my knees exploded in my first race, and I never really had a chance to fight back in a meaningful way.
So I was usually the one who got beaten up physically, apart from this one time when I sliced the webbing of my big brother’s thumb and index finger open (really his fault, literally who the fuck stops someone from cutting a cake by throwing their hand in front of the knife), and I took out that impotent rage on my little brother in the form of psychological violence (and one time a shoe thrown with absolutely surgical precision). Like this one time I borrowed his GBA SP and accidentally broke the hinge, so I put it back in his room under a pile of random junk bc teenage boys and when he finally asked for it back months later, I told him I put it in his room a long-ass time ago and he probably forgot about it. It had been hidden under that pile for so long that when he found it with the hinge broken our mom was like “weeeeeellllllll I bet you wouldn’t have broken it if you just kept your room clean” and I was just standing there like
To this day, I still don’t think I ever told him what really happened to it.
But we’re all good now. The oldest has been through a lot of bullshit the last few years and even though we were already on “get drunk together at our cousin’s wedding because we’re all vaguely neurodivergent introverts and don’t know anyone else” terms, that’s pulled us a lot closer since then.
