“Damn! You hit like a man, Kira. I think I need another surgery.” The blonde guy screeched, examining his nose for any bone breakage and grimaced in pain. A girl laughed in mockery.
“And you are still chic, Bernard. Grow some muscles.” she said, patting his biceps before slapping them.
Allison looked at the girl in a tomboy style who was her replica and she knew it was her mother, Akira Griffin. Her eyes turned glossy seeing her mother standing in front of her like a dashing but rowdy teenager.
“Let him spare some time out of his casanova life first. We can't force him to become a real man, now can we?” another girl emerged from behind them wearing a skirt, and top with a matching cap.
“Shut up you both, always jealous of my relationships, get a real life and f**k yourself around
