Luka
His eyebrows shoot up at his sister's question, "I haven't done anything." The implication in his tone rather clear. Out of the two of them, Sol always got into more trouble than he did, but he wasn't going to just say that to his sister. That would be rude and not very twinny of him.
Taking a hold of her hand and allowing her to practically skip into the living room, the pup lingers behind her slightly, standing close to her shoulder as he eyes his father curiously. Shaking his head he whispers quietly, "Not in trouble... Something's wrong." Always observant and sensitive to the air around him, Luka shifts on his feet, stepping forward slowly and eventually climbing onto the couch next to their poppa.
Taking a hold of her hand and allowing her to practically skip into the living room, the pup lingers behind her slightly, standing close to her shoulder as he eyes his father curiously. Shaking his head he whispers quietly, "Not in trouble... Something's wrong." Always observant and sensitive to the air around him, Luka shifts on his feet, stepping forward slowly and eventually climbing onto the couch next to their poppa.
And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
That you and I will walk together again
That you and I will walk together again
