I grew up with no brothers or sisters until my father married, but those families all lived on the opposite side of the state or further so I rarely encountered them. When I was around 8 or 10, I slept alone in a wooden bunk bed. I had used a fat black Sharpie marker a year or two before to draw airfields and stuff for my toys on the mattress-less bottom bunk. One day, a step-cousin of mine visited, around 6 or 8 years old. While I was out of the room, he picked up the wood crayon I had been using to help my father build outside and had left on my table. I came back to find he'd used it to write his name over every other inch of the bottom of the bed.
If he had been Poi, I may have not wanted to throw him out the window.
Not sure if this belongs to the completely unamused pool~ That's just the TTK's face, in his mind he might be thinking 'what's this lil cutie up to' XD
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