Edward
Vasili had woken up a bit grumpy that morning and was being clingy. He told me it was because he could not sleep at night, and everyone knew if he did not get his beauty sleep he could be a mini devil the next morning. Luckily he was still the adorable Vasili but just slightly moody.
Whilst I packed our bags he sat on the couch with Timothee playing with one of his toys on his lap. "Baby, are you done?" He pouted. One could tell he had not gotten much sleep since his skin looked more pale than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was down as he wore a white long sleeved shirt with a thick maroon cardigan, black cargo pants and brown combat boots. Since we had come back from the pet shop yesterday he seemed a bit agitated but reassured me he was okay, just a bit tired. I did not fully believe him but he promised if there was something wrong he would tell me. I trusted him so I did not push any more.
