Too much energy

His daughter's hand was on the shoulder of a young girl. Abelt needed a second to understand that the long-haired preteen wearing a dress was her son.

(…)

"Where does it come from?" Jakob asked, standing on the couch.

Midelia warned him. "Jakob."

"It's okay! My shoes are clean." Still, he sat down again, a scowl on his face who disappeared immediatly.