"Isn't it weird how ya look like a frog when ya can't even swim?" Arthur raised his eyebrows at John, teasing him.

You had taken in a new boy with the help of Dutch and Hosea, and were now tasked with babysitting him, and Arthur; a twelve year old and a nineteen year old.

"Yeah well...you look stupid!" John retorted.

You lent back in your seat and sighed, massaging your temple as you listened to their antics.