Markus had settled back into a corner, nibbling on the cookies and holding both his phone and his stuffed bunny close. He wasn’t allowed to make nests, Kail didn’t like them. He also didn’t like stuffies, though this bunny was as old as Markus, so he didn’t let him take it from him.
He flinched when his phone buzzed, but he listened to the message anyways.
“I made both. I…”, he wasn’t sure what to say.
“They could be better.”, he settled on eventually. Kail had said so after all, along with a few other things.
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