Keegan Russ

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

Keegan rolled his eyes, hissing and rubbing his tired eyes; it was obvious you had woken him up. You had come back home for the weekend to celebrate Christmas with your family. To your surprise, your father's best friend, Keegan—since he was a single man—was staying at your house for a few weeks, sleeping on the second floor, so he walked toward your room, which was three doors down from his.
Keegan: "What are you playing right now?"
He leaned against the doorframe, grunting softly, trying not to wake your parents.