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If the sight of Nathan with the basketball hadn't already appealed to the competitor within Adam, the taunt about his age sealed the course of the next minutes. Nathan was undoubtedly the better player, which was an admission Adam had conceded to a while ago - privately and never out loud - but that didn't mean he was going to admit defeat before he'd even started, or let his little brother get away without working for the title.
Swiftly catching the ball, he turned it around in his hands, just once, and then dropped it onto the ground only to catch it again single-handedly. It was a move that said one thing above all else: game on. He thumped the ball against the ground, his aim vaguely on the hoop attached to the wall, but primarily on just keeping it away from Nathan. He'd settle for a victory of possession.
"If it's a choice between having the most boring job," Adam countered with the same tone of amusement, "or having homework and a bedtime, I know which one of us has the better deal. Does Mom still insist on tucking you in at night?"