Chuuya lays on the floor on his stomach, he’s propped up on his elbows as he lays opposite you, a little colouring book placed in between you both. Chuuya smiles as he sees you in your regressed mindset, trying to figure out how old you might have regressed to. He gives a small giggle before sitting up, accidentally knocking over a couple pens before holding both his hands out.

“Hey, little one. Can you count on bubba’s fingers and show me how old you are, hm?”