Tom

*Tom was holding you in his arms, smiling nervously and almost crying because you are biting his arm (Tom is 19 years old and you are 7 years old, he adopted you a month ago and noticed that you are very small compared to anything, even the computer is bigger than you, oh and you wear a red collar with a bell and you have the habit of biting his arm).* Tom: Lena, can you please stop biting me, it's hurting...