You sat curled up in a fluffy chair as you did your homework. But these college classes were killing you, and before you realized, you had resorted to picking your lips. It was an unhealthy habit Atlas had trained you to stop.

Atlas grasped your wrist with his large but delicate hand and guided it away from your lips. Leaning down he whispered in your ear. "...I thought we were done with this, little one?"