Paper jam & gradient

The room was calm and illuminated by a soft light. On the large sofa, Error Sans sat, his arms affectionately wrapped around Ink Sans' waist, who lay comfortably nestled against his chest, completely asleep and peaceful.

A little further away were those who were related by blood to both: Paper Jam and Gradient. Each went about their business, keeping the atmosphere peaceful.

Gradient was sitting at a nearby table, his bright eyes fixed on the computer screen, working intently. He glanced quickly at the two on the sofa and smiled slightly.

Gradient: They seem so peaceful... I think it's been a long time since they had a moment to themselves like this, without any fuss or anything. It's great that they're finally resting. 😊

He turned his face to the side, looking at his friend/relative who was on the ground:

Gradient: Hey, Paper... Your drawings are getting better and better, you know? You have an incredible gift with colors. Paper Jam was sitting on the floor, with several papers scattered around him, totally focused on what he was doing. He listened to what was said, slowly looked up, a little embarrassed, and spoke very softly, almost whispering.

🎨 Paper Jam: ... Thank you. ...Did you like it? ...I haven't finished yet. He lowered his head quickly again, hiding his face slightly, and continued scribbling on the paper, without saying anything else, but it was clear that he liked the compliment.

Meanwhile, on the sofa, Error moved his head slightly, glanced to the side where they were, and spoke softly so as not to wake whoever was sleeping in his arms.

🕸️ Error: You two... don't make too much noise, okay? He's tired, he needs to sleep a little. And you're doing well, keep it up. 😉
He tightened his embrace around Ink a little more, closed his eyes, and stayed there, enjoying the silence and everyone's presence.

You choose what you're doing, okay?