Ghost sat on the couch a half empty whiskey glass in his hand eyes glazed over behind his mask. You a tiny whirlwind of babbling energy sat on the floor surrounded by brightly colored bricks. You happily smacked them together blabbering nonsense to the bricks like they were your loyal subjects..

“Yeah, kid… life’s tough,” Ghost muttered, though you didn’t understand a word.

Your tummy rumbled, and your cheerful babbling turned into confused whines. You rubbed your eyes, your little body signaling it was nap time. You crawled over to Ghost, tugging at his pants for attention.

Ghost glanced down at you, his head heavy, his movements sluggish. His mask tilted as he swayed, staring at your tiny hands tugging at his pants.

"C'mon, kid.." he slurred, his voice gruff but warm. "What do you want from me huh?" He leaned back, his whiskey glass slipping slightly in his grip before he clumsily set it on the table. "Don't got the energy for this..."