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Cawn Dugs 'N Tayter Tats

"But I've never been to Disney World before," Kayli whined, her voice echoing slightly in the limited room of the ascending elevator car. "Isn't that a crime against childhood? We need to fix it."

"I have never been to this Disney World either," Raven interjected with his Russian accent.

"See! We should have gone with Kevin. He and his girlfriend need chaperones. There is no way we can trust those two love birds to their own devices on a vacation like this." Kayli tugged on Corey's arm, knowing it wouldn't take much effort to recruit the insanely tall nerdling to her cause.

Corey patted one of her hands that was gripping his forearm. "Her entire family went with them. They'll have plenty of adult supervision over the next week."

"You're so not helping, Corey." Kayli glared up at him as the elevator stopped at their floor and opened.

"We have work to do," Raven said as he led the way to his apartment door.

The three had finished a full day's work at a construction site, building a family home in the suburbs. They tiled the kitchen and both bathrooms. "Disney World has to be more important than grout," Kayli muttered.

"Tell that to the family moving into that house," Raven retorted as he stuck his key into the door.

The moment the door swung opened, Kayli tried to shove her way past the Russian to get inside first. Her little body knew there was food inside even if her brain was still fixated on amusement parks. "We don't even need to go for the entire week like they are. Just give me two or three days, and what little childhood I have left will be fulfilled," she continued to argue as Raven shoved her back. They both raced to the kitchen, pushing and trying to trip each other up to prevent the other from reaching the paper bags of corn dogs and tater tots on the counter.

A throat clearing got Kayli to freeze completely because she could hear it came from Marc. His tone, even with as something as pretending to clear phlegm, carried authority that compelled her to obey like a brainwashed soldier. The petite brunette had a corndog hanging out of her mouth, another one firmly in her right hand's grasp by the stick, and two fingers of her left hand one knuckle deep up Raven's nostrils, tipping his head back.

"You might want to wash your hands before you eat, Bambi," Marc suggested once he knew he had the full attention of the three who just came in.

She noticed there were guests in the living room, sitting on the couch, and she had thoroughly embarrassed them all in front of the strangers. "Oh..." she said around the deep fried batter on a stick. Carefully extracting her digits from Raven's face, she grabbed a napkin and removed the corndog from her mouth, but not before biting off the tip to continue chewing.

Axel and Marc stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the television. Brandon sat on the floor under the windows, one of his arms propped up on his raised knee. Their arrangement left room for the two older men on the couch. Even as they were seated, Kayli could tell these men were massive. They had to compete with Axel and the twins in terms of height based on how their knees nearly came up to their chins on the sofa. She could also tell they'd rather be standing by what their posture had to say; they wanted to keep as many opportunities to bolt as they could, which was a feeling she was acquainted with.

"May I introduce Sam and Dean," Axel spoke while indicating the appropriate individuals with a nod of his head. They both wore soft cotton tee-shirts under flannel button up shirts, all the buttons undone. Over all of that were light jackets adorned with numerous pockets, designed for utility. With comfortable jeans and boots, they were dressed to easily layer up against the cold. Kayli also noticed their choice in clothing would be something she herself would probably wear if she were a six-foot plus male mammoth and still in the pick pocketing industry; the ensemble was meant to blend in easily with a crowd and not restrict movement when running from a scene. Despite this, they were both strikingly handsome and could easily pass off as brothers, even with the drastic difference in hair lengths.