DUNCAN WEIGEL
Duncan Weigel's morning started in an average way, by making throwing knives (and throwing them). He was a tall guy, tall for his age. He was 5 foot 9 by the time he was 16. With long brown hair and dark hazel eyes. He was hunched in a focused manner over his table tying the final knot on his latest knife. He heard a knock on his door, turned slowly and asked in an accusatorial manner:
"Who is it?" He heard a tired sigh,
"It's your brother asking you to stop making stuff at 3:00 in the morning. Some of us are trying to sleep". He looked at His phone slowly and sarcastically said
"it's actually 3:01 so I'm not working on knives at 3:00 in the morning. Go back to bed." his brother turned and stomped into bed. Duncan went back to work.
Later that morning Duncan trudged into the living room and poured himself a glass of milk. His 6-year-old brother was already awake.
"thanks for keeping me up last night." Duncan smirked.
"Your welcome." His brother grimaced.
"That really scared me, last night I mean" Duncan scoffed,
"I do that every night" His brother ate a bite of toast and mumbled something. Duncan asked him to clarify. He said,
"Yeah, well it doesn't normally wake me up". Duncan's smirk faded into a smile.
"I'm Sorry Bud." He reached into his pocket and retrieved a Minifigure©️ and handed it to His brother.
"Here you go." his brother studied it for a second. His brother shrugged,
"I give up, where's the trap?". Duncan stepped back in surprise.
"DO I NORMALLY MAKE TRAPS?!" his brother nodded.
"yes" Duncan shrugged.
"Well... that actually makes sense. did you really think I was going to attack you with a LEGO©️ figure?"
"yes". Duncan slapped his forehead into his palm.
"god , well I'm not going to attack you with a LEGO©️ figure you weirdo!" His brother smiled.
"Cool, Cool. Hey, wanna go mess around with legos?" Duncan nodded,
"sure." And they left to go "Mess around" with the legos.
THE END.
