Teach Me How to Dougie

With world domination in mind the boy had adopted a strict training schedule. One day was defenses, then attacks, then defenses and so on. Today, thank god, was not defenses day. Those bored him. Nope, today was attacks day. A day that admittedly wasn't going all that great because somebody (he shot a hateful glance up at Amadeus) refused to be attacked. Jupiter had even promised to be gentle, but noooo. Amadeus was little and frail, or whatever.

Sulkily he flopped down in the sand and watched the waves roll in. The boy had come to the beach in the hopes of seeing Iskra again. She was the coolest grownup he'd ever met and he was pretty sure she'd let him attack her. Gently. Honestly he could behave if he had to.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”