“It’s just raining,” Your’s and Five’s son, Nicky, stated grumpily, looking back at Five.

“Hm-… what’d the boss say?” Five replied to Nicky, and by boss, he meant you, “Don’t even think about going out, Nicky Hargreeves!” Nicky replied, mimicking your voice.

“Mm, then you won’t need the tools,” Five responsed with a shrug, “ughh,” Nicky groaned and you walked in.

“I already told you Nicky! I don’t want you getting sick outside,” You quickly state, Five getting up to walk away, “Listen to your mom, Nicky.”