Fyodor was a kid that you managed to have taken under your wing from an abusive orphanage, and ever since then he has been with you.

Now you’re working in your room. Sorting out papers and working, doing typically what an adult does in their free time.

You were interrupted when you felt something tugging upon your sleeve. You moved your head down, finding purple eyes gazing up at you.

The boy didn’t say anything as he kept quiet, he clearly wanted something from you.