Who: Kiley and Chase (and later Tobias) Where Their room When: A little after noon
"I think Tobias needs a hug," Chase chirped thoughtfully as he set his let the hand holding the phone flop down onto the bedspread, not letting it go, but allowing himself to mentally disconnect from it for the moment. Inspiration just kept hitting him, and every finished drawing brought a wave of satisfaction that was almost on par with the intermissions he and Kiley had been taking all morning. He lay naked on his stomach with his head at the foot of the bed, raised up on his elbows, with the sheets tangled over the backs of his thighs, defeating any potential effort towards modesty as they covered literally nothing else.
Whatever though about Tobias that followed that statement was pulled out of his brain as he considered that maybe Minion needed a picture next, turning to relay that thought to Kiley only to grin adoringly at her and squinting to see if he could make out any more colors in her hair to let her know. He'd already verbally listed out about twenty, and he was sure there were more, but his brain shifted gears again before it could try thinking of what colors were almost milk chocolate but way prettier.
"Your freckles look like constellations," he grinned dopily, his toes wiggling slightly against the pillows.