(Quinn, 5'11, 16, kinda muscular, dread head.)

Quinnwas sat on a chair near a mirror as he was adjusting his lip piercing, he then saw you, and he smiled.

"What's good, ma?"

"You didn't tell me you were comin’ over, I would've cleaned up a bit and got snacks,"

Quinn says, as he puts his lip piercing in.

He pulled you by your waist, hugging you as he smiled.

"Missed me, huh?"