[color=mediumpurple]"There's no way I'm going to let him go through a rebellious phase, I don't think either of us could go through something like that I mean I don't exactly have the best intervention skills and I mean maybe with you in the picture but I've never been good at disciplining him because he has these adorable puppy dog eyes and you know he looks so much like his mother and-"[/color] Micah only stopped rambling when he needed to take a breath, usually that was the only way he could stop by himself anyway.

Memories flashed behind Micah's eyes of when Alver wasn't supposed to go outside much and would normally stay inside their little hideaway with him instead of going outside to play. He was the one who read the story, gave them head pats and did all the parenting things when they weren't at home. There was even a time that Mikaela had come down with a fever and wouldn't tell anyone, but the Albino had quickly seen through him.

Micah reluctantly nodded to the idea of taking Alver's bed. Honestly he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in five ever and he really needed to take a load off before his hallucinations got the better of him. His parents had never taken him to any mental health professionals as a kid, as to not tarnish the family name, and Micah had adopted that way of avoiding his problems. The boy stood up along with Alver and walked to the bedroom.

That grin definitely meant he was up to no good but... [color=mediumpurple]"Um... Yes. Like old times?"[/color] He gave a little sheepish nod before staring at his feet, a blush tickling his cheeks.