January 22nd, xxxy
KAMIL KICKS OFF HIS boots, stretching as he walks in but takes a double take at the heap on the bed. He glance outside the window to make sure he didn't step into the wrong timeline and peeps at the clock on the wall: the evidence is here.
It is daylight outside, mere minutes after two to be precise but Precious is here. Precious is here doing absolutely nothing. No, not nothing. He is reading for entertainment and not for work.
"Who are you and what have you done to my Precious?"
The book has taken over his attention. He acknowledges Kamil by weakly lifting his hand and..leaves it in the air. Kamil ambles over anyways and blows raspberry on his neck.
Precious giggles and tries to roll away but Kamil flips him on his back, traps him by his shoulders and attacks his neck until he is a laughing mess.
"Kamil!"
