Luke skipped into Michaels in-home office and smiled when he saw Michael still working.
"Mikey, can we play Mario?" Luke asked, patting down his adorable dress up tutu with his small hands.
"Not now, Luke. I'm still working." Michael said, and Luke pouted.
"Play with me." Luke whined, stubbornly crossing his arms.
"Don't get attitude, Luke. I told you, I'm busy." Michael said calmly.
"And I told you that I wanna play." Luke said, and Michael looked over at him.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?!"
"No."
"Please? I wanna play!"
"No."
"Mikey please."
"No."
"Fine, I'll just hold my breath until you say yes." Luke said, taking in a huge, exaggerated deep breath.
Michael looked over at him, and had an unreadable expression on his face.
Luke thought he was getting to Michael. He held his breath for a second so his face turned slightly red, but after that he secretly started breathing through his nose.
Michael didn't have to know.
"You're really being a brat today." Michael said, so Luke released his breath.
"I just wanna do something with you-"
"No, Luke! I told you several times that I can't! I'm working! Do you know what that means, Luke?!" He said, and Luke felt really bad.
"I know what it means.." Luke said quietly.
"Tell me what you think it means then because I don't believe you do, considering you've never had to work a day in your entire life." He said.
"It means you do your work, and get money, and buy me pretty things." Luke said with tears in his eyes.
Michael scoffed and turned around, continuing his work.
Luke let his head face the floor as he walked out of the office.
He walked to the living room and pressed play in his game, driving around princess peach as tears fell from his blue eyes.
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Michael sighed when he saw Luke playing Mario Kart all by himself.
"Why do you even want to play that with me? You always lose." Michael said. It wasn't meant to be mean. Luke knows he never wins.
The blonde boy shrugged and looked down at the controller.
"I don't care if I win or not because you love to play it, and you get really happy when you win." Luke said softly, and Michael lightly smiled as he walked over to the couch.
"I like to see you smile but you're always working. I never get to see you anymore." Luke said quietly, continuing to drive.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you and I'm sorry for calling you a brat." Michael said quietly.
"It's okay, Michael. Work sucks." Luke said, and Michael wrapped his arms around Luke's shoulders, kissing his cheek.
"You got that right, baby."
