You shivered as the needle pierced your lower lip.

"Does it still feel good to you?" He asked you quietly, concentrating on giving you a good piercing.

"Yes." You responded as best as you could, without moving your mouth too much.

"Maybe you can put some stitches in me sometime. I used to really like that. Maybe that will... spark something..." Juuzou mumbled. "And then... If you want something... Uta will be there..."

"Uta will be where?" A third voice tinkled in as the doorway opened. "Am I missing something revolutionary? I've already come home to an... interesting scene. I have to finish up a sketch though. Where's the baby?"

You laughed a little at Uta's frivolity and pointed towards your bedroom. He had been taking a nap, but you figured that it was almost done anyways.

"Chah-nge 'im" You mumbled as Juuzou held your lip still.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, gorgeous, or we'll have to work on it." Uta winked at you as he slipped into the bedroom.

"Hold still." Juuzou pouted at you. "Or I'll sew your mouth shut!"

You giggled but stayed completely still on his lap as he finished up his threads.

"There!" He smiled at you as he cut the thread short and tied it up. "Mine. Just a little bit."

"Just a little bit." You reaffirmed before following Uta into the bedroom. "How was work?"

"Me?" He looked at you as he finished redressing the baby.

"No, Yukizou." You laughed at him, in a jovial mood. "Of course you, Uta, the working adult."

"Oh, well it was fine, except for the fact that I could have been here trying to get you pregnant." He smirked at you, and traced your lower lip with his left index finger. "Missed these."

"Mm, me too. You know, I'm pretty in the mood right now..." Pressing your body against his.

"Naughty. I have work to finish, plus I want to hold the squish while he's still sleepy." Uta leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Later,  I promise."

Frowning, but moving away, you nodded. Why was everyone no fun today?

As Uta fled to the living room with the baby, you dawdled in the bedroom, wondering what you would do with the day. You could do laundry, you supposed, but you were out of detergent.

I'll just have to go buy some. Then men can just watch the baby. You shrugged and exited towards the living room.

Uta laid sprawled across the couch, legs tossed over Juuzou's lap. Yukizou rested on his chest while Uta sketched in the air above him.

"Hi!" Juuzou greeted you. "Threads still look good."

"I need detergent." You stood in front of them both, expectantly.

"Go get some." Uta glanced at you, briefly. "I'm obviously watching the baby and the human."

"Give her money." Juuzou looked at Uta. "For detergent."

"I don't have money on me. I have a mask sketch which isn't money yet." He explained, still sketching.

"Oh." Juuzou shrugged. "Use the credit card I gave you, YN. That doesn't have a spending limit on it, so you won't have to worry about anything. Detergent won't break the bank."

Uta set the pad down briefly, on top of the babbling baby.

"Did I just hear that right?"