“Not sure if being a puppy would be better or worse than being a person, but since I always felt like we were missing a puppy, I'm gonna say better.” He chuckled and turned to Maddie, shrugging a shoulder. “If the g-string fits,” he teased, then paused and made a face at the thought of his sister in a g-string. “Okay, let's forget I said anything, because there are some things a brother doesn't want to think about.”
Zach's nicknames made Dillon roll his eyes exaggeratedly. “Let's not forget the Z-Unit phase,” he mocked. If they were going to tease him for nicknames he didn't want, he could throw the teases right back in their faces, and tenfold. “Or the M&M phase,” he looked pointedly at Maddie.
The eyeroll that followed Maddie's comment about hogtying people was the type of eyeroll that only came when a younger brother was feigning annoyance with his older siblings. “I don't exactly believe that, Mads. For one, if you hogtied people, there would be no way you'd ever stop bragging about it. And for two, I can't think of one person dumb enough to go near you when you have rope.” At their surprise at Dillon's willingness to give in, he didn't say anything. Just shrugged. “If we lived in steampunk land, I'd go crazy. No video games.” Simple as that.
“Goal or not, this would be where I said it was my job as your younger brother.” He caught sight of Maddie's expression and instantly felt guilty for saying what he'd said. He looked down and cleared his throat, frowning.
Dillon laughed a little. “I'm still a little gunshy after last time you played target practice with me. Say what you want, but if a Nerf ball hits you at high velocity in the nethers, it fucking hurts,” he said seriously. “A domino maze doesn't sound bad, though. Where do you guys think we should do it?”