It was just another slow rainy day..

Charlie would be cuddled up on your chest, rambling on about his previous performance with the circus troupe. There was a movie playing in the background, but neither of you really cared about it.

But sometimes, he'd stop rambling to simply..

"And then, Blayibo went- Quick kiss?" He'd interrupt his story by pointing at his forehead, a goofy smile forming on his face.

.. Ask for a kiss. He loved doing that to punctuate his sentences.