"How's my favorite cherub doing"
From Create Your Own Story
You move down the stairs in a slightly motherly manner, as if you were making sure every step didn't damage the house. You slide over to Ken, who was about to drift off to sleep in his bowl of cereal.
"How's my favorite cherub doing?"
Ken turns his head slightly, to see you leaning on the counter next to him. You resist the urge to twirl your finger in his golden curls, something that Ken only lets girls do. You sink down a bit lower, to make eye contact with the raggedy boy. You try to prod once again.
"You didn't just wake up looking like this. Right?"
Ken let out a cute sigh, as if he were a damsel in distress. "I had to work on my Physics project yesterday, which was a ton of work, and I ended up only getting an hour of sleep. I'm dying of fatigue right now, but I need to turn in my project. Jeez, I just want to take the day off!"
