#hoggs

@randall--boggs​ “Look at the state of my jacket.” Hopper growled out as he kicked the paint bucket out his way and into the brick wall. That was his way of perfectly explaining to Randall why there was a young man unconscious on the pavement, face bruised and fully covered with fresh paint. “Fucker’s too good to hang a sign?” He would have never gotten so upset over some clothing... but it was his favorite jacket.

Randall huffed as he approached his friend and noticed he was not alone, staring at the twins in slight disappointment. “I thought we’d get to do adult things.” He comented, leaning down to poke his tongue out at the babies. “Hey little demons.” The man chuckled at Kai, who already seemed to be glaring at him. “Where’s the wife? Why did you get a chance to look after both?” He clicked his tongue. “She should not trust you with that.”