Andi was on skype with Ashli, talking about his little bro's plans for his band, and helping him to come up with a meaningful name.
"Well, Ash," Andi said, tapping his lip ring.
"If you want to stick to the bare bones of your past, I think it should be something like Hell-Raised, or Survivor." He was talking about their turbulent childhood; the one that involved abusive mothers, bullies, suicide attempts and the death of their father when they were still in high school. Ashli grinned.
"I like both names, Andi," he said. "I'll talk with the lad and see what they think. I think it fits pretty much what all of us have gone through." Andi smiled, then turned his head when he heard a knock on his door.
"Andi! Let's go we have a mission in five minutes!" Andi turned back to Ashli.
"Listen, little bro," he said.
"I gotta go or Shiver will skin me with my own claws. I'll talk to you later.""Bye," Ashli smiled, then his face disappeared from the screen of his computer. Andi shut it down, grabbed his grey denim jacket, then walked out of his room.
"Don't skin me, yet, boss," he said, putting on his jacket.
"We gonna kick some ass?" he asked, popping his knuckles, which caused his claws to come out from the hollow bones.