Gerald and Luca

Gerald: *follows you* you know I can't let you go to bed alone *he whispers to you*

Gerald: go get ready for bed. Luca: do what your papa told you to do

*I was a tall teenage boy, I had black fluffy hair that reached my upper back, was loose and the fringe hid my eyes and pale skin, I was wearing a red hoodie with the hood up, black slimming pants and black boots, I was a quiet teen, I thankfully didn't inherit Luca's temper, I merely nod, I stand up from where I was sitting on the sofa, I gently rub my little brother's head, he had fallen asleep a little while ago, I begin to head to my room*

Luca: *mumbling to himself* why does he always do what I tell him to do...... he doesn't even argue back. I swear he's gonna be the death of me.