When Eight awoke that morning, his lips immediately stretched out into a huge grin, feeling a strange weight on one arm. He didn't need to glance down to know Six was currently curled into his side and, although this may not've been a romantic situation, it still felt good. He still felt loved. And he wanted Six to feel that too.

Six shifted from beneath him, resting his head on Eight's shoulder. A small line of drool stretched from his mouth to Eight's shirt, but he didn't mind in the least. He very softly, very gently, ruffled Six's dark hair, and Six mewled softly.

"...Eight?" He murmured, quietly. Eight had to resist the urge to grin widely.

"Yeah?"

"M'hungry..."

Eight rolled his eyes, and smiled. "Not subtle, are you? D'you want pancakes?" He could see Six smile, seemingly in his sleep, and nod.

"Alright, but you gotta get up." He said, carefully shifting Six to the side, so he could get up. Six made a reluctant grumbling noise, but slowly pushed himself upright, rubbing his eyes harshly.

"Carry me." He mumbled, in an oddly demanding tone.

Eight, of course, was totally willing to do such a thing, but he sighed anyway, to show that he didn't care too much (he did). He leant over to gently scoop up Six, and lifted him up with ease. Six instinctively curled up against him with a big smile, but he didn't let go of the blanket. Eight grunted in annoyance, but took the blanket anyway.

He carefully ambled downstairs, making sure not to accidentally hurt Six by banging him against a wall. Once he had made his way downstairs, he trotted into the kitchen, and dumped Six down on the sofa. Six made a noise of annoyance, but curled back into a ball and most likely, fell asleep.

While gathering the required ingredients, Eight flicked on the TV for background noise, and wondered just what time it was. Nobody appeared to be up, the curtains were still closed, so it must've been early. Maybe 6 or 7?

He began methodically whisking the ingredients together as he put the pan on the stove. Eight was rather proud of his pancake recipe; something he had learnt from his own mother. She made the best pancakes. The homely thought made Eight smile.

He wondered what his parents would say about his new little family here. Would they like where he was living? He tried to picture the scenario in his head, but he was caught off-guard by a pair of identical heads peeking from behind the doorframe.

"Hey, you two. I'm guessing you want pancakes too, huh?" He teased, and the twins nodded furiously, before barrelling towards the sofa to join Six. Eight could hear them flicking between channels and, most likely, fighting about which one to pick.

It was weird, he felt like a mother now. The surreal thought crossed his mind as quickly as it came and he shuddered. What a weird title. Although he definitely wouldn't mind being a dad someday. Having a family was probably his biggest aspiration.

He wondered what the others' aspirations were. Six would obviously want to become a full-fledged artist, but what about the others?

"Hey, you guys." He called to the twins (he didn't really know what to call them but they responded anyway). They looked at him, questioningly.

"What are your aspirations in life?"

It probably sounded like an odd question for seven in the morning, but hey he was curious. It also only dawned on him now that the chance of him actually understanding what they were going to try to say would be very slim.

He turned his head to the side, as he poured in the pancake batter, to attempt to understand their response. Apparently, they were having just as hard a time thinking of ways to impart their response to their housemate. Eventually, they just settled for hand gestures.

First was clearly a book; Three's hands were outstretched and in a book shape. Eight got that one easily enough. Then, Four made a square shape in the air, which made no sense.

"Um...Square?"

No.

"Cube?"

No.

"Block...House...TV?"

Four suddenly waved her hands around, in indication that he had said it.

"TV?"

That was met with an exasperated shake of the head.

"House?"

This time, she made a kind of uneasy face and gesture.

"Oh...Oh! You guys want your own library?"

They nodded in excitement, and Eight had to admit, he was proud of himself for figuring that one out. Come to think of it, it made sense that they wanted their own library. Books were their passion, after all.

Talking about books...

"Uh, hey, you guys? Um...I was talking to Two the other day, and we were talking about how badly my reading skills are. He said it was like...dy-something but...is there any way to get around that? Do you know?"

Eight wasn't exactly a massive fan of reading, but it was an invaluable skill. He hadn't thought much on what Two had said, but it would be nice to be able to read a little easier, if it was possible, that is.

The twins looked at each other, practically communicating with their eyes, before scurrying away. Eight watched them leave with a quizzical look. Where were they going?

They returned shortly after, with a paper and pen in hand. Three began to quickly scribble something, but then she seemed to think about it. She shook her head, and scribbled out what she wrote, before trying again. Once she had finished, she held the paper up for Eight to read. It took a while for him to get through it, but he did eventually.

'If it's Dyslexia, we can help with that! Sometimes, it's a matter of how things are written out. We have bigger print books, if that'll help!'

Eight felt...embarrassed, to say the least. It's not like he was jumping at the chance to read something, but there were books on weaponry and such that he was interested in.

"I-I guess that could help. I don't really know..." He said, sheepishly. The twins nodded, before scribbling something else down.

'We'll bring you back some books when we come back from work, okay?'

"Aw, you don't gotta do that..." He assured, as he began piling pancakes onto a plate. The twins seemed very adamant about bringing him books, so it appeared that he had no choice. He thrust a plate into their hands, to share between them, as well as one for Six. The twins silently thanked him, before going to sit beside Six, who had magically woken up at the perfect moment.

Eight made himself a few pancakes, before heading over to squish himself onto the sofa beside the other three. The moment he sat beside Six, the small artist began to worm himself into Eight's side. He had a huge mouthful of pancakes, making his cheeks puff out in resemblance to a hamster. Eight chuckled, poking his chubby cheeks, earning a muffled squeak.

"E-Eighh! I'h g'ohha khohe!"

"Well that ain't my fault, is it? You put too much food in your mouth!" Eight teased, ruffling his hair affectionately. Six swallowed, painfully, and grinned sheepishly. "S-Sorry...I really, really like pancakes!" He beamed, before shovelling another load of pancake into his mouth. Eight watched him, impressed. He had the biggest mouth and the biggest gut in the house, but he couldn't eat pancakes at the rate Six could.

"Well, I'm glad you like it. It's my own family recipe." He said, putting a forkful of the fluffy cake into his mouth. It, like always, tasted absolutely amazing. He could see why Six wanted to stuff as much into his mouth as humanly possible.

"Will you...teach me how to make them?"

Eight almost choked on a bit of pancake and he thumped on his chest to dislodge the stray piece of food. "W-What? Uh, sure I can." He said, wondering just where the strange request had come from. Luckily, Six looked as if he were about to explain.

"Like...um...it's what you said the other day. I wouldn't eat unless you fed me...and my parents never taught me to cook." He admitted, mushing the remains of his pancake into a paste. Eight's eyebrows rose in intrigue. That made sense.

"Well you can't just live off pancakes..." Eight teased, "...but I guess you gotta start somewhere. We can do it later, if you aren't busy." He suggested, and Six nodded, perking up.

"I can do that!"

"Good. For now...we should probably tidy this away, before I get roped into making pancakes for the others, as well..."


*Six says 'Eight, I'm gonna choke!* - Requests are welcome!

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