You were watching over Cross, who was currently drawing a picture. A rather violent one, as a matter of fact.

Little monster was just throwing a tantrum earlier about how it's not fair that adults are the ones in charge. Of course, he quickly shut up once you placed some paper and crayons in front of him.

"Hmm..."

He hummed softly to himself, his legs kicking back and forth as he laid on his stomach. You looked down at him on the floor, trying to see how his drawing progressed.