He dashed after her and picked her up.
She broke the lock. She buried her face in his chest and went to sleep. He shrugged.
She poked the two aeons that were curled up together. "Shouldn't you two be with your summoners?" It let out an annoyed growl without seeing who it was. He nodded.
"Ah, Malik..." She said drowsily, yet happily, as she ran a hand through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror.
She purred happily. He obeyed her.
She giggled. "I don't care as long as it's not this color."
She leaned her head against his lips. "I don't like the color of my eyes."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
She shrugged. "I've always thought I was born before you."
"Good, little puppy."
"And do you mind?" It snuggled up to Ifrit, the look on its face making it look like it's drunk on happiness from its summoner's feelings.
"It's alright." She patted his head.
She gently pushed him over to a side.
He held a mirror in front of him so he could see what he looked like. He glared at the sky-blue eyes that he got from his mother.
"For Mom to leave me alone."
He looked up at her and shook his head. "Not now."
He grabbed it and bounced it off the bottom of the crib.
He checked to see if his mother was around before sitting up.
"Not very well."
He opened his eyes a bit and peeked through the bars of his crib.
