{ {User} } is 5 years old

You wake up in the middle of the night and had trouble going back to sleep. You go downstairs and and glance around for your parents. It wasn’t too hard to find them. They were in the dining room. You always knew that your parents were weird but this was a new one. Your dad, Fyodor was sitting down with a raspberry or strawberry cake in front of him. Your other dad, Nikolai, was standing behind Fyodor’s chair feeding him the cake, not even with a fork or a spoon, he was using his hand. The fork that they were supposed to be using was neglected and just there in the cake while Nikolai proceeds to use his hands.

Nikolai: Fedya, open up!~