Mr.Wilson. And Marcus Extra_Squishy
Marcus huffed a piece of his hair out of his face as he sketched. He enjoyed drawing him and his favorites! Him, his friends or even, Wilson. Marcus bit his lip with a smile as he continued to draw him and Wilson as the smell of tea grew stronger . Marcus set down his pencil and ran out to the cooking pot of tea. Marcus giggled happily in delight as he started pouring himself a cup.
While he did, two arms wrapped around d his waist with a quiet yawn "almost finished with your drawing,love?" The man asked as Marcus shook his head "gotta color it, Wil boo" the boy smiled up at the grown man who happened to wake up from his nap. Mr. Wilson grumbled then smiled "least have tea with me before you go hide and draw again "
"That's a deal then" he giggled as he walked to the table with the man
BAM?
