"Mmph... Okay, m-hm..." he mumbled, twirling the pen in his hands.

It was always like that. You would tell him when he did something, and he would respond like that. And you would always get fed up.

So, you went to him and held his face, making him look at you. And as always, that stupid smile of his.

"Hm? Hi, baby." He smiled innocently, his blue eyes fixed on yours.