A week has passed with the same routine. I sent the anti-cast to the jobs they all somehow got so I could "take a break and think of how we can improve the content" even though I already figured it out. Then all day I "4-sit" the more I think about it the more that name makes sense since taking care of him is like taking care of a damn child. Like I need to make sure he eats and takes care of his hygiene. He gets shaky and a bit whiny. He only likes to communicate using actions or the occasional giggle. Yeah, these comparisons are a bit uncanny when I think about it. I'm really surprised that nobody found out I've been keeping him around. Wait a second! Where is SMG4?
Suddenly, I hear a thud coming from the kitchen followed by "OW! MY ASS!"
I run to the kitchen to see what in the actual fuck happened. When I open the door I'm greeted to 4 on the floor covered in Pebbles cereal.
"What are you doing? I just got those yesterday," I ask.
He jumps when he hears my voice.
"It's fine Mario would have ate it anyways," I reassured him.
He quickly rushes to get the broom and dust pan.
"Hold on!" I blurt without thinking, "Let me clean it up. Just sit down and calm down."
He sits down as I sweep the mess up.
"Do you want eggs?" I ask.
He looks at me and nods.
"And do you want toast? Before you answer I want you to use your words,"I request.
He looks at me for a few seconds.
He speaks to me in a quiet tone," Yes I want toast."
"Good job bud!" I said as I congratulated him.
While I made breakfast for the two of us I felt proud that I finally got him to speak to me, but wait! Why am I being so nice to him.
