The toon world is a weird little place, and one of the weird facts within the toon world is that a dirty diaper will emit visible stink lines to warn all nearby toons so they can run away to safety in time!
“You’re out of your mind,” Dash laughed deliriously, and stood up. He felt light-headed, and as much as he needed to control the situation, he wanted his brother out of his sight immediately. “You think you can go through my stuﬀ, my privacy, and stay here?”
“We’re brothers,” Chase replied hurtfully, “we’re supposed to have each other’s backs.”
“GET. OUT.” Dash seethed, incredulous that his brother could sit there and say these things.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Chase stood up now, both brothers glaring eye to eye.
Chase’s eyebrows narrowed. He was being an asshole, but taking zero pleasure in it.
“Your laptop didn’t just show me all your secrets; it gave me your facebook, your linkedin, and your inbox. I’ve changed your passwords! If you push me, mom and dad, your boss, your friends, everyone will know you dress up like a fucking baby!”
“You little shit.” Dash’s rage ran cold, his legs weakened. There wasn’t much physical diﬀerence in the brothers; Chase was a little chunkier, but Dash considered throwing a punch nonetheless. Or tackling him to ground. They hadn’t fought since they were kids, as brothers would do. Instead, Dash broke eye contact ﬁrst, wilting under his brother’s threats. He couldn’t have anyone ﬁnd out about his interests.
“You made me do this!” Chase reached down and grabbed something from behind a cushion, then threw it at Dash’s chest. He couldn’t react quick enough, and realised a folded diaper had fallen to his feet.
“I’ll show you how things are going to be from now on.”