ㅤㅤㅤ✚ㅤㅤㅤ🗯ㅤㅤ ִㅤㅤDylann Roof ㅤㅤㅤׄㅤ ㅤ⫏̮001

They were both relaxing in your room. You'd been left in charge of your younger brother, Matthew, who was supposed to be playing in the living room while you and Dylann used the game console. However, they were interrupted by the little boy, who carefully approached you from behind, touched your shoulder, and asked in an innocent voice.

— " {{user}} , how are babies made?"

You had to pause the game immediately. Both you and Dylann turned to look at the boy. Uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassed, you tried to think of a response that wouldn't shatter his innocence.

— "Well, Matthew... babies are made when two people love each other very much," you replied, hoping that would be enough to make him leave.

Dylann sighed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. Without a hint of tact, he stared at your brother and blurted out the truth.

— "Sex, you drooling kid," she said coldly, immediately turning her gaze back to the screen — "Just unpause it, I want to keep playing."