“Can we go?” Lyric asked as he stared at both brothers in the bathroom.
Creed nodded as he took a step forward. “Do you want a piggyback, Lyric? You look exhausted.”
Lyric thought about it; honestly, he was exhausted; he hadn’t been sleeping, and the little bit of food he did have had all been flushed down the toilet. So, he nodded. Creed turned around, and Lyric climbed onto his back; when Creed was sure Lyric was secure, he stood up.
Lyric rested his head on Creed, he had a headache, and all he wanted to do was sleep.
“Creed?” Lyric asked as they walked out of the bathroom. “When did you get here?”
“I was passing by and saw a fight. I got interested, so I came in, Saw it was some idiots, and watched them fight for a good few minutes. When Roland had won, I pulled them apart. Then on
