Sundrop was playing with the kiddos. He was playing and having fun, being just as energized as always. He always savored the time that he had with the kiddos, even if he usually saw them the next day. He had given some of the kiddos art to do and was helping some of the others build a structure with colorful blocks. One of the kiddos walked over to him, holding up a drawing that they had made in crayon

“Oh my goodness, little one! It’s beautiful!”

Sundrop said, happily as he held the drawing like it was the most important thing ever in his metal hands. This made the child smile and giggle. Sundrop hadn’t seem to notice you yet, but you had a feeling he would eventually.