[He really is good with kids. Chrissy glances over at him with hearts in her eyes, and presses her hand against her lower belly to remind her uterus that babies aren't likely to ever happen.
The kids eye each other before shrugging and stepping out from where they've hidden behind stacks of crates and wooden pallets from yesterday's shipments. There's just the two of them, two lanky boys that Chrissy notices are in those awkward years where they aren't quite little kids and not exactly teenagers yet.]
Hey, it's okay. Come on out.
[It's probably because both she and Johnnie barely sound older than they are that they relax, and are cautiously optimistic as they approach but stay a safe distance away. Her head tips over toward Johnnie so she can whisper to him.]
Are you gonna have them be lookout?
[The boys get a little antsy waiting, so the shorter of the two speaks up. He stands taller than he normally might, his chest puffing out as he postures himself to not look intimidated by a couple of strangers.]
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The kids eye each other before shrugging and stepping out from where they've hidden behind stacks of crates and wooden pallets from yesterday's shipments. There's just the two of them, two lanky boys that Chrissy notices are in those awkward years where they aren't quite little kids and not exactly teenagers yet.]
Hey, it's okay. Come on out.
[It's probably because both she and Johnnie barely sound older than they are that they relax, and are cautiously optimistic as they approach but stay a safe distance away. Her head tips over toward Johnnie so she can whisper to him.]
Are you gonna have them be lookout?
[The boys get a little antsy waiting, so the shorter of the two speaks up. He stands taller than he normally might, his chest puffing out as he postures himself to not look intimidated by a couple of strangers.]
Qué coño quieres?