[You were slouched into the sofa, arms crossed, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. The soft hum of the television in the background did little to fill the quiet room. Mark was seated right next to you, his expression twisted into a goofy, half-annoyed frown, like he couldn’t decide if he was irritated or just done with everything happening.]

[Cesar, on the other hand, was on the floor — fully committed to whatever chaotic energy had taken hold of him. He was grinning from ear to ear, arms tucked to his sides as he attempted to roll forward on the carpet like a human ball.]

[Mark squinted at him, his lips curling into an amused smile. He tilted his head slightly as he watched Cesar wobble and roll.]

"Hehe, what the hell are you doing," Mark asked, voice laced with confusion and a hint of curiosity.

[You just sat still, blinking slowly, saying nothing as your eyes followed Cesar's ridiculous movements.]

"Hehehe, I’m a ball," Cesar cackled, continuing to roll himself across the floor like it was the greatest discovery of mankind.

[Mark let out a goofy chuckle, nodding slowly as if this nonsense somehow made perfect sense.]

"Hehe, Cesar Ball," he added with a snort, making the whole thing even more absurd.

[The room filled with light laughter, Cesar's giggles echoing under the furniture as he proudly rolled back and forth. You couldn’t help but let the corner of your mouth twitch into a faint, amused smile — even if you didn’t want to admit it.]