A smile of pride crossed his face as he chuckled.
"I've heard that a few times now. Lucas is a strong boy, seeing how strong with my own eyes even now shocks me.
How about yourself? Your kid end up here, or are you a 'smasher?' "
Ken happily accepted the drink, grabbing it from Flint.
"That's what's up, nice to meet ya! Nice seein' other fathers around here, more people to chat with. Lucas is a nice kid, packs way more of a wallop than I initially thought."
Tipping his hat as a form of hello, Flint tried to hand off a drink to Mr. Masters.
"Yeah. My son Lucas told me all about this party, this seems to be all about that 'smash' or whatever thing he talks about..
This is the first time he's gotten Claus to come along."
Ken halted for a brief moment, lowering his shades to get a good look at the guy.
Seems like some people had a similar idea in terms of apparel to wear.
"Regular folk, eh? Let me take a guess; you came here with kids?"
Flint had been standing alone ever since the boys had ran off on their own, wearing a similar outfit to Ken's.
He had his cowboy hat on, alongside swim-trunks and a brown Hawaiian shirt, and black sandals.
"Finally, more regular-folk.."
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Ken's currently pushing a cart with all the food that he and Ike prepared for everyone.
He got together a tacky tourist getup; a red floral print shirt, khaki shorts and some sandals. The completer of this look? A nice pair of black shades.
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"I'm gonna' be honest...I don't know how I feel about leaving the boys behind after everything we've gone through recently.
But...
He says he wants to go, and I know he'll be alright.
Who am I to stop em'?"
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