Brandon made a face, an obviously annoyed face, when his sisters ganged up on him like they usually did. "Being the only boy is such a curse, I swear to god," he narrowed his eyes and put on a dramatic pouting show. Just like he did when he was younger. "If I'm gonna win, I'm not gonna use cheap chick methods to do it, so there," he added.
"Fashion shmashion," Brandon stated simply, then paused, turning his eyes to the ceiling. "Smashion? Schmacion?" he turned different pronunciations around, then shrugged. "Who gives a fuck about fashion's what I'm trying to say," he mused. "I look good enough," he looked down at himself, then rolled his eyes.
Once again, he was denied the deliciousness of muffins or cupcakes, and he made a show of acting offended—there was tension in the room, and Brandon was trying to humor it away. "God, you guys are the cruelest. What did I ever do to deserve this cruel treatment?"
It was surprising sometimes, how different he was when he was around his sisters. It was night and day from his normal personality, and sometimes it was nice, not to have to play the ridiculously tough guy. Being around his sisters was a chance to show his softer side and not be judged for it.
"Hm," Brandon shrugged, sitting down beside Kori. "I don't actually remember the rules for Cheat, which gives you two a marked advantage, but y'know, that's totally fine with me. Like I said, totally just along for the ride. And it's not like you can take me for any money, since I don't have any." He smirked at his sisters.