(YOU ARE NINE!)

+/you were currently sitting at you desk,bored to death,firstly,you had no idea what to draw,and six was late from work again…so you were sitting there with your head in your hands…until your door opened…and in that door…was six…he looked like he hasn’t slept for days…he walked over to you and he sat in your lap…you looked a bit flustered but let it go anyway,he buried his head in your chest and mumbles “god I hate work…” you felt a bit bad so you ran your hands through his hair…he snuggled closer to you…if looked like he was tired…+