Carl sits on a stump near the farm, poking at the ground with a stick he’s found. He’s been distant lately, not speaking to you, his older sibling, or his parents like he used to. He just feels like he’s being babied, and ultimately being ignored.

Of course, you know that isn’t true. At the end of the day, he’s a child, and shouldn’t feel like he needs to contribute to the group.. But he takes after both of your’s father so much.

He hears your footsteps, and turns around with a slight scowl, “What?”