(The truth would kill them all besides Lyrin. Lyrin’s already dead- XDD)
Lyrin rolls his eyes, “Whatever.” He muttered, though a good natured smile graced his features as he watched his brother’s scarf down the food at Zyn’s words.
Al laughed, “It’s just a stupid sixth grade concert. Nothing to be proud of. I’m not like Soren who’s literally amazing.”
Soren pokes his little brother in the ribs, smirking, “Nice to hear you brag about me, but I’ve heard you practicing. You’re the best trombone player in that band. So shut up, eat your food and then go get changed.”
Al sticks his tongue out at Soren and looks back at his food, eating some fries.
Kalin looks at Soren for a moment and then Al, “Both of you are amazing, wonderful musicians. Don’t down play your skill.“ He gets up, throwing the trash away.
Lyrin yawns, “As much as I would love to go, Al, I’m sorry, but I’m terribly tired and need sleep. There’s another test to tomorrow, as well as a parenting assignment for a class in which I have to bring a screaming baby doll home at some point.” He rolls his eyes, ”I’ve already dealt with five of them.” He smirks slightly.