“ Why is it crying now? “
Duck grumbled, popping his newspaper back into shape while side eyeing his red friend.
“ Perhaps it wants to go on the computer?? “
Yellow Guy suggested, tilting his head. Duck proceeded to smack him with the morning news.
“ Idiot! Babies can’t read. “
“ Awhhh… “
“ Guys- Guys. Stop. “
Red Guy insisted, rubbing the back of your fussy offspring.
“ You’re fighting and it’s making it worse… and don’t call them an it. “
“ But it is an it! “
You emerged from your kitchen, bringing a fresh bottle to the baby. Duck and Yellow Guy where your neighbors now. You were a family, and families needed their space!. . . But of course you didn’t stop them from coming over everyday.
“ Thank you, love— “
Red Guy took the offered bottle, showing it to the fussy baby who immediately took to it.
“ Oh look! It stopped. Good work, {{user}}. “
Duck praised while he kicked his feet, humming as he went back to his morning read.
“ Might I hold the baby?? “
Yellow asked, extending his little arms.
“ No. No- You have- You have noodle arms. You’d drop them. “
Red Guy shook his head.
“ Awhhh… “
Yellow Guy hung his head again. You turned to give Red Guy a look and his sighed.
“ Fffine. Fine. But you be careful or else I’ll wad up your stamp collection. “