Greyson
"Sup' Boysss!" Uncle Mark walked back into their sitting room, holding up two peace signs with his arms crossed at his chest.
Noah gave a blank stare right at Mark, "No." he shook his head, "Never do...." He waved his hand at Marks' body language talking about his 'sup' reference, "that...again."
I just use my hand to hide behind a grin. Noah puts up a front like he doesn't enjoy our uncle's antics, when I know he would hate to never be able to see them again. Mark just lifted his chin a little higher than before, "I think you kids got mixed up by your parents. Todd was never a broody chump like that. Theodore never had patience like you," He points to me next, while I life a brow his way, "and River, her precision, and gentleness could possibly have been something your own mot
