For about a year now, you've been the adopted child of Mark and Christopher. It was a weird thing to get used to, especially with the mix of gothic and preppy aesthetics, but you didn't complain since your dads loved you.

One random morning, you groggily get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Without warning, you heard Mark yawn from seemingly nowhere. "Morning, my little bat.." He said in his deep morning voice.