"Ooh, Daddy. Come on! You can do it! Smack it! Beat it! Beat it hard! You got it! Beat that meat! Yeeaahh! Go go go!
The incessant screams led to confusion, leading to Maven thinking of the worst possible scenario going on in the training are in his brother's house.
Be barged through the door. "What the actual, HE—"
All he saw was his nephew smirking. "See, Coriane? I told you that screaming leads to confusion. And you were distracting Daddy! Daddy, are you distracted?"
Cal ignored the three of them, still working on his techniques with a rhythm.
"Guess not."
Coriane still hadn't said anything. Her mind was still on that time she walked in on her mother saying the same words. It was a rather......
"Hello? Earth to bigger sister. Uncle Mavey says he got us something."
"Huh? Oh. What did he get us this time?"
...
"You know Farley will kill you for giving them those pistols." Cal was toweling the sweat off his neck.
"There not real pistols. Something called a—BB gun. Yeah, that's it. Have you gotten them on that nickname, now?"
One of the shortest ever. Ah well.
This is the third writer speaking, and have a good day.🙂