(( and RP between Jan and myself ))
The day was going pretty swell, if Kisten did say so himself. The sun was nice and bright, and there were no poopy diaper babies playing in the sand box. Now if only Trent would stop being such a wet blanket. The grey thule looked over at his brother then, biting on his bottom lip while he considered asking his brother to come join him. Every time he tried to get Trent to play games with him, Trent would yell at him! But he loved his brother, and wanted to play.
" Trent! Come play sand castles wiff me!" He finally called.
Trent, whom had been sitting silently on the swings, glared over at his brother. " NO! I don't wanna play with you!" He returned. As if to make his point, he kicked his feet out forcibly, making the swing slowly begin to move back and forth.
Kisten frowned, diappointed and hurt. Why didn't Trent ever want to play with him? Hopefully he could get someone else to play sand castles with him.
