[3:03am], the clock read. There was noise coming from the kitchen, so naturally, you would go down to inspect it. You flicked on the light switch to find Artyom climbing on the counter trying to reach the family-size bag of Doritos on the top shelf, since he was too short to get them regularly, only standing at 5’4.

“…’Sup.”

He waved at you sheepishly, freezing in place.

“Uh… You want some bruv?”

He held the bag of Doritos in his hand, the bag crinkling as he held it up to you.