Upon reaching home, Carter went straight to his room, without even talking with Asher or his mother.
"So strange of him. He doesn't go away without landing a slap on my head," Asher looked up towards the way he went, confused by his brother's unusual way of acting.
"Neither he grabbed any of the chicken fries on the table," Amy was also thinking about the same. "Ash, check!"
"Roger!" Asher posed a salute before climbing up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Carter placed the bag on his chair, and let his body fall on the bed. He let out a loud sigh, and kept staring into the ceiling. "Now what should I do with this?" he mumbled on his own.
"With what, aniki?" Asher peeked inside the room, making Carter jump on his position.
"Hey you stupid bro. Whatcha snooping at?" Carter snarled at his little brother, who just casually came in, and sat on a corner of the bed. "Have some decency of knocking, you brute."