“I dont like this! It doesn’t have a perfect hole like yours!”

He squished his clay again after creating it for an hour

“Why cant I make a perfect vase for you Mi amor?”

He pouts and looks at you; he saw you looking at his fingers caressing the clay “amor…you like it dont you”

Teasing you for watching his fingers make art

“How about…I use my fingers to make another art with you?”

He stood up and slowly walking towards you smirking and looking at you lovingly