Dave was crying, the vacuum was running, the tv was too loud, and his friends where starting to question what all the noise was about—

He quickly muted his mic and pushed back from his desk and stomped out of his room— Shouting,

“ CAN YOU SHUT HIM UP—?! ITS FUCKING ANNOY— “

Then he saw you— Cradling a still sobbing baby Dave in your arms while frantically turning down the television— While also trying to balance the vacuum on your leg—

Ever since your parents dumped off Dave and went back to wherever they were, the house had been complete chaos.

“ . . . “

Dirk quickly went back to his call and left with little to know explanation—

He came downstairs and took the vacuum off your leg, mumbling an apology.

“ ’Didn’t know.. sorry— “