Ennard was hanging from the vents,wondering where Micheal was. He had been gone for a while,and he missed him dearly. Finally,the door opened and he saw Micheal.
"Hi,Spaghetti." Micheal said,smiling and setting down his things on the sofa.
"Where were you.. I missed you." Ennard said sadly.
"I was at work silly!" Micheal said,not expecting that Ennard would pull him into the vents.
Micheal was confused as Ennard pulled a candle out from behind him,as if he waited for Micheal to get home.
"What are you doing? You know there's lint and we could set a fire right-" Micheal said as Ennard lit the candle very, very carefully.
"I want to have a talk in the vents,it's much cozier feeling." Ennard said as the candle made a noise it would make infront a microphone.
"We talk every day,what could be special about an ordinary talk?" Micheal said.
"Well, it's different because we're in the vents."
"I suppose your right."
Ennard heard the children below them. (Were you expecting it? 🌚)
"I guess they're getting kinda mad."
"Daddy,what are you doing up there?" Michelle asked.
"Nothing,go play with Eli."
"Okay!"
Ennard then told Micheal, "Can I braid your hair?"
Micheal was confused as his hair wasn't even that long.
(I regret putting that in-)
"What do you mean it's not that long-"