you and five have just got back from a mission with the rest of the house. everyone else is now asleep except you and him. you’re untangling the knots in the thin ropes that were used in the mission today. the lights are dim, and it’s completely silent, except from both of your voices.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he sneers. he smacks your hand away, and nudges you out the way, beginning to untie your side of the rope.