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Two walked into their shared apartment with Four after a long day of work at their shooting studio. They had been working as a side character on a new show in the making. It usually doesn’t take as long as it did today, but there were some complications in the studio so it lasted a while.
Two had already let Four know that they’d be returning home late that day and they could tell how upset that made him. Considering the amount of angry and crying emoji they spammed them after they told him.
Four didn’t work so he was always usually at home or hanging out with X. Which was fine. Algebraliens don’t even need jobs anyways. Two just liked being on TV and hanging out with objects. Got that enjoyment from the time they spent hosting TPOT.
They set their bag down in the dining table next to the front door and took their shoes off, sitting them on the welcome mat next to Four’s. “Four Dear! I’m home!” They called out before noticing two toy blocks on the table.
One of them was green with the number 2 on it and the other was blue with the number 4. They sat right next to each other, their sides touching each other.
The blocks were a way Four liked to communicate whenever they regressed. Since whenever they do regress, they go nonverbal so Two showed them how to use the blocks so they understand his needs and wants. The blocks on the table meant he wanted their attention.
They smiled and picked up the blocks, stacking them on top of each other with one hand, and headed their way to their room. “Foury~” they sang once they opened the door.
The moment they peaked their head through the door, however, they were hit in the face with one of Four’s plush toys. Ah. So he’s at that age today. They looked down at the plush, being one of their own character from TPOT and picked it up from the floor, hearing Four giggle from the bed.
When they stood up straight, they saw him with his eyes closed and mouth covered with his hands. They smirked at the opportunity of throwing it back and they did. Four fell back on the bed dramatically and Two ran over to wrap him in a tight hug, lying down with them in their embrace. Four squealed and laughed feeling ticklish while they attacked his cheek with kisses.
They laid like that for a few minutes before Two let go of them and sat up on the bed. As they did, Four shot up behind them and wrapped their arms around them like a koala. Extra clingy today it seems.
“You missed me,” they pointed out, making him giggle and rub his cheek against theirs. “How was your day, sweet boy?”
Four let go of them and searched around the bed for their blocks. They grabbed one and shoved it in their face. “Seven?” Two asked in confusion looking at the number 7 on the block Four was showing them.
Four looked at the block with a raised brow before realizing his mistake and turned the block around. A rain cloud. “Bad? How come, love?” They asked in surprise with genuine concern for what could have ruined his day.
Two turned around so that their body was facing him as he searched around the room. That was when they realized how much a mess it was. Toys everywhere and bed sheets crumbled up. They were about to snap their fingers to clean it up before Four shoved his phone in their face.
Two grabbed it and lowered it so they could see it better. It was Two’s text saying they’d be coming home late. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”
Four smiled widely and nodded happily. “Is that why you left such a mess in here while I was gone? Because you missed me?” Four looked around at all the scattered toys around the room. He honestly hadn’t really noticed all of that. He shrugged and Two rolled their eyes, snapping their fingers so that everything was picked up.
The toys and plushies were neatly put away inside of a bin inside of the closet except for Four’s blocks and plush of their own partner. The bed was stretched out and made perfectly while they were still sitting on it. “There we go!” Two stood up, causing Four to frown and grab onto their arm. “I need to shower Foursie. I’ll be quick I promise.”
And quick they were, luckily for Four. They knew he didn’t like to be alone for too long when he regressed to they tried to shower as fast as possible. When they got out of the bathroom, Four was holding the remote on their lap and trying to find something to watch. On a normal day, he would just put some random cooking show and use it as background noise to do other things.
But right now, everything looked boring and uninteresting and the kids show we watched when he was small like this wasn’t playing. “Hmmm” Two hummed out loud in thought, causing Four to look at them. “Do you want to play together? Maybe with your little building toys?”
Four lit up and clapped his hands excitedly before running over to the closet and pulling out his bag of Duplo blocks. He threw it onto the bed and sat down on the bed close to Two, unzipping the bag and pouring the blocks out onto the bed.
Of course, he grabbed all the blue ones and sorted them next to him before stacking them together in random places. Two smiled and grabbed blocks of their own, unlike Four, they didn’t really care what colors they got. They were trying to make a boat of some sorts.
It was looking pretty good so far. Four kept going until he ran out of blue blocks. He looked over at Two’s boat and noticed how detailed and large it was compared to his tall and wobbly tower. Okay. Jealous!
He hit the side of his tower, causing it to fall and break apart on top of Two’s boat as they were building it. “Four!” They scolded, watching him giggle maliciously on the bed. They sighed and put the blocks away in the bag and back into the closet.
They looked back at Four before going to the bed. He was rubbing his eyes and rubbing his lips together tightly. That meant he was tired. “Gets go to sleep, yeah?” He nodded tiredly in response.
Two pulled the sheets back and gently laid him down in his side of the bed. They stood up to turn off the light before they felt him grab their wrist. They turned to him. “What’s wrong? Do you need something else?” He responded by tapping on his mouth. They watched him for a moment before realizing what they wanted.
They opened the drawer in their nightstand and pulled out a small blue pacifier. They handed it to him and he grabbed it, putting it in his mouth before laying his head comfortably on his pillow and closing his eyes.
Two smiled and turned off the lights, getting comfortable under the covers and cuddling him to sleep. They kissed him on the forehead before drifting off completely.
Two woke up to unwanted noise in their room. They groaned, frankly annoyed to be woken up so suddenly, and opened their eyes. They looked next to them. Empty. That was unusual. Four is usually always still in bed when they wake up.
They sat up slowly and looked around the room. That’s when they saw him in the bathroom with the door wide open, brushing his teeth. He was fully dressed in jeans and a blue sweater and white T-shirt. He had a bag strapped across his body.
“Where are you headed?” Two asked groggily.
He spit out into the sink and washed his mouth and drying it before answering. “I’m going to work with you.”
Two looked at him surprised for a moment. “No you aren’t?”
Four threw Two’s clothes at their face and sat on the bed to put his shoes on. “Yes I am. You left me alone for too long yesterday and now I don’t trust you to come home on time. So I’m going to work with you.”
Two peeled the sheets off of them and started getting dressed with the clothes Four gave them while still in bed. “I don’t think they’d let you into the studio. Especially since you don’t work there.”
Four stood up and started walking through the door. “Too bad for them! Rules don’t stop me!” Then he slammed the door shut.
Two couldn’t help but chuckle at their partner. They finished getting ready and the both of them had breakfast and Two, against their will, brought Four to work with them.
During the drive they looked to their partner, watching him excitedly kick his feet against the passenger chair. They smiled and reached of his hand to hold it while they drove. Gosh they loved him so much.
Their sweet boy.