"Yes, Mom," Emery pouted, having long gotten used to calling Samir's mother mom as well; they'd both started it when they were younger children and it had stuck. After all, both boys had two families. He headed towards the house, slightly reluctantly, still wanting to stay and talk but knew he wouldn't get anywhere with Samir's mother glowering at them.

He shook his hair out one more time, before walking in the front door, pulling off his shoes and socks by the front door leaving them there as he headed upstairs to Samir's room. He knew Samir was behind him, and he headed straight to the closest; the two boys were still relatively the same size, so they often shared clothes in moments like this. And there was a few items in Emery's closet he didn't know if they were Samir's first or his.