Forever fixed up his hair, it was always a mess- but always clean. He usually had leaves or twigs in there from playing around with his son, Richarlyson.

The Brazilian was busy, muttering to himself and His son who was doing whatever, forever was too lost in his own head to even hear anybody if they were to sneak up on him.

Forever was the president of the island, he shouldn’t be so worried about this build but he had to fix it. “Meu deus..” Forever groaned.