Brookes looked at the picture in awe, the realism within arty's pictures was much for him at time, if it were for the clean face he had in the picture he'd have a harder time seeing the diffrence between himself and the picture. The fact he left out bruises made brookes a bit down but he didn't expect them to understand the pride the indulged him with. Still he looked at the picture feeling as handsome as ever. That was until he heard the girl's comment and pretended to pout. "well what do you expect from a hit to the face, rosy cheeks?" he said turning to a smile. He always loved to fight, his weekend was spent doing just that, and he was proud of it. But it never felt like the joy he got from being around his freinds. "man it gets bland without you all we shouldn't have weekdays away" the boy said "but that's not important how are you all?" the boy said in a sincere manor