The red line in Feebz’s goggle-eye is quivering in small, hopeful curves. “You like it?”
Last Man frowns at the huge nearly perfect circle freshly painted on the wall. “Where have you seen it?”
Feebz slaps his shoulder, chuckling. “It’s your face, silly!”
“It’s a smiley face.”
“I don’t smile.”
“Oh, but you do!” The line starts peaking into mountains now.
“Well, I hate it.” he mumbles, turning away to hide his secret grin.
Feebz’s shoulders slump with a soft whir.
“It’s missing your smile beside it,” he teases.
An hour later and the smiling football head is done.