Does Silver Have a Brother Ch1Does Silver Have a Brother Ch14 years ago in Sketches More Like This
***(I DID NOT draw that picture. It's simply a preview image I had to choose for my fanfic.)***
So rumor has it Giovanni has another kid. That would make two of us.
It came from his former secretary who couldn't help but put together a shredded document in Giovanni's trash can that he insisted on shredding himself. His secretary does -everything- for him including shred anything his asks but this suspicious document pulled out of a stack of paper, he really insisted on shredding himself. She couldn't help herself to find out what the document was that had Giovanni break a sweat. While the boss was out, she had the nerve to pick the lock into his office, recover the shreds of paper and take it home with her to put together.
It was a court order for child support.
Apparently, that kid is Red. That weirdo that secludes himself up in Mt. Silver doing God knows what. Oh right ~training~. Who trains up in a dangerous mountain for more than a year?! The most I could train at the Dragons Den i
Maurice Eugene DobsonMaurice Eugene Dobson, aged forty-three years and two months, is standing in the middle of a car of the A train, on his way home. He is not holding onto the pole: he stands off to its side, swaying slightly with the movements of the train, but balanced perfectly and seemingly without effort. He never holds onto the poles. He takes pride in being able to maintain his balance like this, although he knows its not the sort of quality anyone else will appreciate, and its not really something you can put on your résumé. Too bad.Maurice Eugene Dobson7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He is a small man, though he prefers the word diminutive. He is five feet, four and a half inches tall in his stocking feet, and slightly built: his clothes hang on him as though bewildered to have such an insufficient resident. He wears pressed khaki pants, their sharp creases billowing several inches forward of his knees; he wears a stiff checkered shirt and a navy blue suit jacket with a single gold button that is somehow incongruous.