your new life will cost you your old one.

who the 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 are you?

eyes are emotionless towards this man, his face void of any expression; got him?

I don’t like apple juice and my mom isn’t here, who the ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 are you?

it’s the shit-eating dirt bag from that filthy academy - one that he doesn’t regret running away from as a kid, his memories 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 there of it all, but he remembers 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, all of them. “klaus, huh?”

immediatly smacking his arm away, letting out a growl — do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 touch him, ever!

don’t fucking touch me, you creep — you’ve done plenty of things wrong.

how 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄.

it can be fixed, just up your training and your exercise.

don’t be so silly, just extend your exercise periods by ten minutes each day or somethin’, drastic measures ain’t needed, reggie.

mornin’.

determination is key and runs through their very veins — all of 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 are boys that intend to reach their goals and will stop at nothing, Charlie already being a professional boxer, if he can do it then they can too. a sigh, towel at the ready for afterwards. watching.

/ this man devoting his ENTIRE life to look after his siblings and making sure they’re well and have everything that they need, eventually giving up on his dream or having it fail bc of the reputation of the twins 😭 IMAGINE.

nah, ‘m alright, ta.

“I know what you’re goin’ for, reg, and trust me, you’ll get there, you will.” a grin at his younger brother now, playfully throwing the towel at him so that he could wipe himself off. “even if it kills ya, ya stubborn cunt.”

well it’s only just started, ain’t it? but it’s alright, I s’pose. yours?

you’re alrigh’ I s’pose. tolerable.

slightly less tolerable 😒