The purple haired boy was holding the white-blonde's neck giggling like a small child as the other grimaced, and tried to pull him off. "Let go of me!"
The devious amethyst-eyes one smirked. "Then answer me!"
The purple haired boy was holding the white-blonde's neck giggling like a small child as the other grimaced, and tried to pull him off. "Let go of me!"
The devious amethyst-eyes one smirked. "Then answer me!"
The purple haired boy was holding the white-blonde's neck giggling like a small child as the other grimaced, and tried to pull him off. "Let go of me!"
The devious amethyst-eyes one smirked. "Then answer me!"
"Help me!" The blue-eyed boy pleaded, as the other stuck his tongue out. "Don't listen to him, he has dementia! Come on Grandpa, let's get you back to the nursing home-"
(crud, okay, so I won't be able to reply for a few weeks, my exams are coming up, and my parents wanna block the site until then...T^T. Well, see you later I guess. 'Twas nice. Will be back)
The purple haired boy was holding the white-blonde's neck giggling like a small child as the other grimaced, and tried to pull him off. "Let go of me!"
The devious amethyst-eyes one smirked. "Then answer me!"
"Not until he divulges his deepest secrets! This guy works for the IRS, *and* the CIA! You should be on my side here!" The purple haired one chided. "Stop lying Oma!" The other yelped, as 'Oma' it seemed made a grab for his shoulder plate.
"Help me!" The blue-eyed boy pleaded, as the other stuck his tongue out. "Don't listen to him, he has dementia! Come on Grandpa, let's get you back to the nursing home-"
"Oh yeah! It I'll just be blood and guts, and oil, EVERYWHERE!" The other looked at the shorted boy, with pleading eyes. "What?!" He smiled calmly. "Yep! Buttttt, if you answer my question, I could help you!" His eyes were wide, and innocent.