There have been many things you have seen on Baby5’s face, but only rarely have you ever seen her looking glum. Most times you’ve seen her, she’s either exuberant, furious, or comically crying, depending on her “boyfriend” situation. Other than that, she was always relatively calm, with a slight smile.
“Little Miss, what has you feeling so down?” You walk up to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“(name), I wasn’t expecting to see you.” She sighed, and then chuckled a little. “How many times have I told you to call me by my name? I don’t need to be ca