Lost Creek Hollow a secret club for super cool party people only.

whether his shrimpy little lump of a sister realized it or not, she wasn't very good with her aim. she wasn't actually very good at anything, but he wasn't going to be the first to tell her that. her 'roundhouse kick to the head' missed by about ten miles. really, sionnach? you were in an entirely different zip code, buttercup. better luck next time, though her odds were really slim. to be fair, aengus was just as relieved to be the first one out as his sister was. he had grown pretty tired of sharing his space with the tiniest shrivel and the two twins from that scene in the shining.

the first born erupted from his mother with a squeak that he assumed sounded like the roar of a lion. blind as a bat, the dark boy wiggled around for a moment before his mother (bless her soul) helped him toward the promise of food. already plump and ready for more, aengus began to chow down without caring whether or not there was enough to share with the others. he was the one who needed food the most, right? if he didn't keep up on those thicc gains, he couldn't smother sionnach to death in her sleep with his lard.

once he had finished gorging himself to the point of roundness, aengus nestled himself close to the warmth of his mother's stomach and breathed a soft sigh. his small dark frame was a startling contrast to the pale underside of her coat, but he made a home of it anyway. there would be no doubt, he was the best one of the litter. besides, how could liffey not adore that sweet pudgy face? he was killing it from the get-go. the others really didn't have a chance, but that was alright. he would find a way to share the limelight eventually... maybe...