Larry's POV
"Can't I also have tattoos?" He mused, lowering his hand, and I intended to grab, have a lucid view while contemplating why he had similar tattoos with Uncle Mac.
He eyed me, scoffed and tugged his hands in his pockets.
"You need to get something straight Larry, stop meddling in people's lives. It doesn't make you great, it makes you look stupid."
I felt like exploding with that statement he made, and I grabbed him by the shoulder, widened my eyes at him.
"You were saying?" I asked with a bright smile, wanting to see the fear in his eyes, but he shoved my hand away.
"You're not that scary Larry, so stop the drama" he said, staring into my eyes and I nodded.
"You're all grown up little brother" I whispered with a devilish smile at him.
"You can't do anything Larry!"
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