Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."
Ezekiel yawned, bringing his open palm up to cover his mouth before he snapped his jaws shut. He forked his fingers through his hair, seeing as it was becoming a bit oily. The young lad scrunched up his nose in disgust- he'd have to shower soon. He had a feeling he wasn't smelling, feeling, nor looking too hot these past few days since it's been utter chaos- but enjoyable chaos, that is. Zeke jerked his head up as Maddi mumbled incomprehensible nonsense in her sleep. A ghost of a smile wiped across his features. The predatory looking lad whistled a tune that his father used to whistle as well during the early hours of the morning. When most kids were asleep, but Ezekiel would be up making coffee and his father watching the early news. It was really the only time they bonded since mom left during the early years of Ezekiel and his brothers life.