Noah had the book in front of him as he copied the positions drawn on its coffee-colored pages. He knew Thomas was looking, and his face had oddly been showing signs that he was beginning to grow suspicious if Noah was in his right mind.
While balancing himself with one leg and throwing several punches in the air, Noah heard Thomas's loud grumble of despair. He had a hand over his face, and it slid down to his chin. Noah thinks the older man was exaggerating, but he knew that if Thomas didn't have skin, his face could be compared already to that of a crumpled paper.
“Lad, please tell me you are fine,” the older man said as he placed a hand on his hip.
Noah couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. “I’m perfectly normal,” he replied, “what makes you think I have finally
