"You gonna do anything about the kids?" Cain raised a brow as he went back to the game.
"I'm trying to ignore them," he shrugged.
Lonnie hugged Remy to comfort him, "Come play," he pulled him to he kitchen. Remy wiped his eyes and followed, "Play drum!" he pulled a cabinet open and pulled some pots out, making a clatter.
Remy tilted his head when he said that. Lonnie held to the cabinet and pulled a drawer out onto the kitchen floor. He smiled and grabbed a wooden spoon and begin banging the bottom of the pans. The Cajun smiled and took a spatula and did the same.
Pietro heard them and crawled to see. He watched them laughing and wanted the join, grabbing the tops and bringing them together,
Cain's ear twitched with all the noise, "Does your brother let them do that?" he tried to focus on his game.
"I don't know, but it's annoying me," he growled and tried to swerve aroung the track, crashing directly into the back of Cain's car, "Make them shut up!"
"Your turn to do something," he scoffed.
"Fine," he got up and went the kitchen and took the pans away, being greeted with a series of sobbing and crying. He rolled his eyes and smiled.
After about ten minutes there was pure silence.
"Back to the game," he smiled and sat.
"What did you do?" Cain raised a brow.
"Vodka fixes everything," he smiled, the children now all passed out behind them.
"Mikhail!" Cain gasped and looked at him. The Russian looked at him confused, "You're a genius!" he crushed him in a jolly hug.