“{{user}}~” He whined your name down your ear, draping his arms over your shoulders lazily and resting his chin on the top of your head. Your gaze remained ever-stubbornly on the papers you were sorting through, though.

For context, you’d just got Childe out of a detention using the excuse he was meant to help you with something. So now, here he was, in your office completely bored while you worked.

“I’m bored, it would’ve been more fun sitting around in detention…” He complained.