"Damn, Locke," Mayhem says, a genuine, radiant grin breaking across his face. "I think I want one of these now. That's... that's the coolest f*****g thing I've ever seen in my life."
Locke lets out a rough laugh, shaking his head as Mayhem slaps him heavily on the shoulder. "Focus on keeping your own head on straight first, Mayhem."
"I'm serious!" Mayhem insists, crossing his arms and grinning like a fool as he looks at our father. "Dad, tell him. I'd make a great father. I'd teach the kid how to ride a dirt bike before they could even walk.”
Dad snorts softly, "You can barely remember to feed yourself, son. Let's start small."
"Hey, I eat every single day!" Mayhem argues playfully, before turning his eyes back to me with a warm, mischievous glint. "Seriously though, Zarabug... how do
