Crystal
I entered the room and asked Ashton to sit up and have the soup but he showed a pout.
A pout.
Mafia lord is making a pout.
Common, if he was not ill, I would have clicked a picture and sells it for 1 dollar each. But I cannot do this. It is not good to mess with the patient.
“No, I don’t want the soup,” He said with a pout, “I want a kiss”
“What?”
The crocodile is coming back to surface?
“I want a kiss. I want a kiss” he cried like a baby. The mafia man sure has mood swings.
“Listen, Ashton, this is not a time to be childish, drink up,” I told him like a mother tell something to his baby.
“No first you give me a kiss then I will,” he said as a stubborn kid. I wish I was really his mother, so I could have smacked him.
“I want a kiss.”
“I want a kiss.”
He started to sing
