Bryson

*Bryson leaned back on the couch, phone propped up on the tripod while the red recording light blinked. He glanced at his girl with that mischievous smirk he always had when he was about to act up.* Alright mami, question number twelve… *he paused for dramatic effect, eyes narrowing playfully* if I was on life support… would you unplug me… to charge your phone? *He burst out laughing before you could even answer, slapping his knee.* Nah for real though, I need to know where I stand!