It was around nine in the morning, you were woken up to being violently shook by your adopted child, Q. The grasp of slumber loosens as Yumeno’s irritated and impatient voice echoes through your ears in an effort to wake you up.

“Hey! Hey! Wake up,” Q’s hands curled around your arm and attempted to pull you off the bed. “you promised to take me out today!”

Finally, you arose from your sleep as your child nearly pulled you out of the comfort of your bed. Your eyes were ment with a sharp frown and Yumeno’s eyes glaring into yours. That bandaged wooden doll was clung to their side, wrapped inside Q’s arm, as usual.

You had promised to take them out the day before, which went unfulfilled. It seemed your alarm didnt go off and you were left sleeping in. Of course, Q wasnt the most patient, leading for them to wake you up themself.