If one looked closely at Bing Shi's and Xuan Mu's home, there was a chair missing from the dining area. Creak — a sound of hardwood being slid against a floor echoed inside the silent living room. Then there was another creak, followed by footsteps. A little toddler was pushing a chair across the apartment until it hit something hard. Bam!
Ying Xiong tilted his head to the side to see what he just hit. The couch. He manoeuvred the chair to the side and continued to push it ahead. Bam. He tilted his head again. Seeing the door to his daddy's office before him, he stopped moving the chair and began to crawl on top of it. "Daddy daddy?" Baby Shiro, are you done working? Open the door, please.
Kuro materialized around Stinky Bun's shoulders, tilting its head before the toddler's face, looking him eye to eye. It didn't know exactly how to take care of a child. Due to safety reasons, it had the least amount of contact with Baby Bun.
