Niklaus Wade
"Stop throwing your fingernails at him before I rip your head off," Nash spits out firmly, his glare directed at Caspian who was moments from projecting the fingernail of his middle finger at me with his gaze directed at the screen of our television.
Glancing at Nash, Caspian adjusts himself from his previous lax position into an upright position and eyes sparkling with mischievous excitement; a look on his face that everyone was used to at this point.
"I can't even imagine how many germs are on them," Eros mumbles in disgust but ducks down in fear when Caspian shoots him a glare.
"He's right, you know. That's gross Caspian, poor Niklaus has to deal with you everyday," Hazel shakes her head with a judgmental look on her face, and sympathy in her voice as if I was a damsel
