“More, feed me more.” he huffed and muttered, opening his mouth again as he waited. He sat crosslegged on the floor, waiting for you to place another piece of food in his mouth. You fed him once, and now he wanted more from you.

“Come on, I’m hungry.” he huffed. It was clear he was attached to idea of you feeding him. It was the one way he could get a little closer to you without bothering other people’s idea of affection. Really, he just wanted to grab you and throw you over his shoulder.