 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary liked to think that it was Bry holding his hand, not the other way around. She always was. If she wasn’t, she was hugging him or trying to get his attention or making him do ninja stuff. But they could agree on one thing: she was crazy. So darn crazy. Also very possessive. None of these bothered Ary though. This was possibly because the pair had known each other since they were babies. Ary was used to Bry’s whacko personality.
Quite happy to be hiding out and to be in Drake and his sister’s company {especially Drake’s} he was, though he flinched when he thought that Drake was going to hit him. A gentle soul like Aryan did not like any sort of violence or conflict. It turned out that Drake wasn’t going to hit him so he beamed and waved violently. Hi, Drake!
Right! So, the little guy was ready for this mission - which sounded mad to him, by the way. But he had done madder stuff with Bry; aka Ninja training. Ary was instantly taken with the water guns. After some silent {obviously} deliberation, he seized a purple and neon green one; the weight of it told him it was already full of water. A nudge was then given to Bry, urging her to pick a ‘weapon’.
Could he pick another? Then again… there was doubt about whether he’d be able to carry two at once. Well, he’d just keep close to Drake for when he needed another. |