“Put me down, asshole,” Austin yells, bicycling his legs in the air as Walker lifts him higher and higher, up above the tops of the bookshelves. “It’s not a fight if you just leave me up here.” “Woah, hey now. Watch your language.” Walker chuckles. His hands are shoved casually in the pockets of his jacket, and he steps underneath of Austin, looking up at him. “Maybe I’ll keep you in time out until you clean up your mouth.”
“walker happened” ain’t that just the way