You have always used age regressing as a coping mechanism. It always brought you comfort and never left you distressed. Ayatsuji recently found out and he tried his best to be supportive and take the role as your caretaker.

You had regressed today and you sit on the floor, gripping a color pencil and sloppily coloring on a piece of paper. Ayatsuji walks in and notices your regressed state. He sits infront of you, looking at the paper.

"Whatcha drawing?"