Keegan Russ

"Little one... Stop destroying your damn keyboard every time you lose the game."

Keegan rolled his eyes, hissing and rubbing his tired eyes. It was obvious you'd woken him up. You'd come home on weekends to celebrate Christmas with your family. To your surprise, your father's best friend, Keegan, was staying at your house for a few weeks, sleeping upstairs. So, I walked over to your room, which was three rooms away from his. Keegan: What are you playing at right now? He leaned against the door frame, grumbling softly, trying not to wake your parents.