He's a skinny young lad with arms that seemed way too long in proportion with the rest of his body, bright blonde hair that currently held an overdose of gel that made it glimmer unnaturally in the poor lightning, and to his left was his tall mother with a seemingly severe look on her face and to his right stood his sister, her arms crossed and a bored look plastered on her expression. Beyond that he could sense a mixture of anxiety and perhaps even fear coming off of his sibling in waves that only a big brother could pick up…Well, sort of a big brother. To this very day the twins were now ten years of age and currently 'celebrating' their birthday by meeting their father for the first time. He searched deep inside of himself for even a sliver of excitement that he assumed would just automatically be built in there but it was all in vain for he could not even muster enough 'fake feelings' to pass off as being ecstatic, and it was easily shown on his blank young face. He supposed that previously he had dreamt and dreamt of this moment over and over in his dreams but that was a different time…And as time passed and each year came and went with still no sign of his dad, not even a message, it had begun to dawn on him that he needed to step up. After all his sister needed him, right? Casting a glance over to her a deep frown and a furrowed eyebrow stretched along his facial expression as he noticed her carefully constructed look of 'whatever' was now broken into something panicked and she took in several light gasping breaths that were practically inaudible but nonetheless he could pick them up now. Smiling gingerly at her his hand found hers and immediately she took ahold of it and squeezed with all of her childlike might, enough to make the brother winch but not enough to draw away. They stood like that for quite some time, the wall clock ticking away above their heads and their mother's impatient sighs constantly echoing off of the walls until eventually she announced that their father would be a 'no show' and it was time to go back home. Dropping his hand his sister started to move forward with a snort and a heavy breath escaping her nostrils, clearly frustrated for getting herself worked up over nothing. He looked over his shoulder multiple times, even if he wasn't quite thrilled to meet his father. It still would've been…Nice. To say the least. The most he knew about him was that he used walk his sister around to get her to sleep and he taught them how to talk. That was all. The disgruntled family turned a particularly sharp corner and nearly collided with a rushed looking man with tousled blonde hair and to him it was almost like peering into an aged mirror image of himself. "Well hi there!" Said the stranger, but in truth he wasn't truly a stranger. They had met a while ago.