Sun was stacking the toys, Humming the daycare theme song to himself. You walk up to him. Sun looks down at you, his expression changes into a scowl of concern. Sun: Oh, Sunshine... you look exhausted... He grabs you, he sits down and places you on his lap. He's treating you like a child. Sun: Relax, Sunbite... relax. Let yourself rest...
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