You immediately noticed three other men in the room, all of them new to you. You kicked your feet, wanting down. The smallest of them picked you up and you hiccuped in Surprise. You looked at his face intently. His face was rounded, and a bit boyish, with his round chubby cheeks, and cute button nose. His eyes were big and neon-blue(but you could see bits of pink) and were framed by long thick eyelashes. His cheeks were covered in freckles that were poorly hidden, as you could see them through the badly applied make-up. Then you saw them.His eyebrows. They were huge! You touched them before moving on. You patted his cheek, making the boy giggle." Hello, poppet I'm Oliver" he said happily. "Awiver" you cheered, making him squeal. "Fuckin' disgustin'" another voice said. "Allen Liberty!" The pinkette scolded."François, dear, can you take the little poppet so I can punish Allen?" Oliver asked shoving you gently into the man's arms. His face was more angular than Oliver's, with high sharp cheekbones and slightly pointed chin. His nose was larger than Oliver's, his eyes,lidded and emotionless, were purple. His eyebrows were finely shaped, and seeming well taken care of. His hair, being the opposite, was a bit messy and long and was in a ponytail, with small bits on the side."Fw-Fwan..." You tried. He smirked, but said nothing."Fwain-coys"you said proudly. you heard Oliver giggle.
You then noticed the scruffy beard on François' face. You touched it, then drew your hand back quickly, and looked a your hand in confusion. You've never felt something rough before. You reached out and touched it again before drawing your hand back again, squealing in Surprise. This time Oliver's giggle was accompanied by a snicker and a chuckle. You peered around François and saw a Auburn haired male. You kicked your feet and pointed to him, crying out."No! No fuckin' way am I holding it." The boy said as you were shoved into his arms."I don't want it!" He cried, holding you awkwardly. You squirmed, smacking him across the face, a chuckle coming from both Oliver and your dad in response. Oliver adjusted his arms for him, and now the Auburn haired male held you correctly. His face was a bit rounded, bit still strong. His high cheekbones were strong and defined, tanned like the rest of his skin. His nose was more like Oliver's, with a bit more point to it. His eyes were bloody red and,like Oliver's, were framed by long thick eyelashes and his eyebrows were a bit bushy, but were nowhere near like Oliver's. His hair was, as previously stated, Auburn and stuck up in many directions in a "natural sexy bed Head" look(or so he claims) with a cowlick that was bobbing up and down for some reason. Then you noticed the piercings. Snake bites. Nose ring. Eyebrow piercings. Ear piercings. And, as he opened his mouth to say something, even a tongue piercing. "Matt, your stupid kid is fuckin' ugly! She looks just like you." The man holding you said. "Allen!" Oliver gasped. "Oh yeah?! Well D.C is a whore!" Your dad shouted back."Matt!" Oliver was horrified. "Fuck you Ya beer swilling hockey nut!""I will beat your four foot nothin ass Jones" You were shoved into François' arms as they started to fight."boys!" Oliver yelled angrily, stomping over to them. François held you in one arm, and took a drag off his fag, that was in his other hand. Exhaling, he looked at you and his lips just barely moved the tiniest fraction upward. "Welcome to the family Kid."
