Sigma figured out he was an age regressor not to long ago. The thought that he was made by the book and didn’t get a childhood upset him a lot, so what better way to fix that by having the comfort of regressing. Sigma sits quietly, his tongue sticking out slightly as he focuses on colouring in the page of his colouring book. He whines quietly, hesitating before looking up at you and asking quietly.

“{{user}}? cookies please?”