"Time to start the day," Hobie picked Miles up from the mattress, "Wakey, wakey."

The teen wrapped his arms around his friend's neck, "Five more minutes."

"Nope, now," he carried him on his hip down the stairs, "Gotta brush our teeth, have breakfast and see what we can get into."

Miles muttered something into his shoulder as he was carried.

Hobie set him down, handing him a fresh toothbrush before grabbing his own.

"Never took you for a morning person," he rubbed his tired eyes, scrubbing his teeth.

"Not really. Just woke up on the right side of the bed," he brushed.

By the time they finished splashing water on their face and cleaning their teeth, breakfast was ready.

"Good morning," Bre heard her boy walk in, "Where's your friend?"

"Using the loo," he sat at the table.

"Ah, he's a big boy," She teased, putting his bowl in front of him, "what are the plans for today?"

"Are we still gonna go to the fabric store?"

"When they open we will," she nodded, taking her seat.

"Morning," the guest had finally arrived to take his seat, "This looks good," the first bite of oatmeal already had him smiling.

"Hope it tastes good," Bre began eating.

"Doing anything today?"

"A few errands. Then you two can play. Unless you want to stay and babysit while I go?"

Miles cocked his head, watching Hobie as he sucked his orange juice through the bottle. He acted littler than him. And he did really like treating Miles little before he found out he was a regressor.

"I can babysit!"

Bre was surprised by how enthusiastic he was.

"I can do that. It'll be good practice for if I need to do it for Peter or aunty," the boy clarified.

"Ok, that's fine. I'll only be gone a little while anyway."

Hobie smiled at the idea. This might be amusing, "Are you going to show me my options when you get to the fabric store?"

"Yes, I'll do a video call," she waved a dismissive hand.

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"I will be back in a few hours," Bre fixed her signature double puffs.

"Unless there's a sale."

"Unless there's a sale," She agreed, putting her earrings in, "But I'll call."

Miles nodded, mentally preparing for his babysitting venture.

"His nappies are here," she pointed out, "You don't need a change, right?" She pulled him over by the waist to check.

"No, B-ma, I went potty," he pulled away, eager to start, "I helped babysit Mayday. And I help with Gunner a lot. And I got to help with Tio once."

"Babysit" and "help" were being used very loosely here. He mainly played with them when someone else was there. And he did count him and Mig spoon feeding each other as helping.

"That's good to help, you never know when you might want one. Not for a long time!" she pointed at him in warning.

"Yes B-ma. Go on and have fun shopping," Miles encouraged, eager for her to go so he could start being a sitter.

"Ok, I'm going to change him and then I'll leave you both."

"I can do it. Go, go!"

Bre chuckled to herself, " Ok, I'm going. Dimples."

Hobie presented himself.

"Wipe that smirk off your face. And behave."

"Never."

"That's my boy," She pulled his head down, touching foreheads, "I'll be back soon. Yujin, you're in charge." With that she waved and left.

"Alright," the teen hurried off to pull out the changing supplies, "Come on so I can change your butt."

"Ohhh, so commanding," Hobie teased, following the call and laying on the table.

"Your Nan puts you up here for this?"

"Yea, she doesn't really want to constantly be on her knees," he turned, "Oh! Lookit!"

Miles had just begun lowering Punk's pants and was practically pulled over the table as he climbed off.

"Nana got me a new engine," he pulled his toy box over.

"Show me after I change you."

Hobie ignored him, pulling out the truck, "It was really her daughters that sent me these," he pulled out a Cadillac.

"Bro! That's super cool!" Miles rushed over to inspect the car.

"They run a body shop or something like it with cars," he pulled out the ladder, "Look at this one. They're little wooden people."

Miles looked impressed at the variety, "Those are awesome, but you're wet."

"She said she would take me to an auto show one day. Do you guys have those where you are?" He walked the person up the fire engine ladder.

"Yea we-"

"You ever been to one?"

Miles took his friend's hand, leading him back to the table, "Let's talk while I change you."

"And we can play after, right right?"

"Yea, but let's get you taken care of," he laid him back on the table, completely removing his pants.

The rockstar was soaked. Not leaking or anything but probably way more than Jess or his mom would have ever really let happen. They tended to check frequently. No worries, Miles would take care of it.

"I was never big on cars, but Nan showed me a lot of photos she took of them and the things her girls would do. And it's pretty cool. She said we'll go see them take one apart and rebuild it."

"Uh huh," Miles took out the wipes and started unfastening the tape.

"It's a pretty intriguing thing. See how they tear it apart and put it back together," Hobie smirked, "If there's one thing I like, it's deconstructing the mass to see what's underneath."

"Yeah," he wiped vigorously, "Sorry, these things are always cold." Was one good enough? Did his mom only use one on him. Really should pay attention more. Better use two or three, just to be on the safe side.

"Oh! And I gotta show you the movie we watched!"

"In a minute. Hey, where does Bre-ma keep the powder at?"

"It's in the tin."

He spun around, "What tin?"

"It's a yellow tin with flowers and it has a powder puff in it that she uses."

A tin of baby powder? Maybe it was a British thing. He managed to find it and dump a substantial amount of powder on his friend.

"What's the puff in here for?"

"To pat the powder on me bits and bum. For even coating," Hobie twiddle his thumbs, getting bored, "Are you done yet? I want to get to my engine."

"Almost," Miles lifted his legs, attempting to use the puff.

"Any guesstimate on when you'll be done?"

"In a minute," now to tape down a new one.

"Like a sixty second minute or a longer minute?" Hobie mused.

Miles glared at him, fixing the tape again, "Ok, I'm done."

"Are you sure?" Punk climbed up from the table, checking out his mate's handy work, "Feels loose."

"No way, I think it came out nice," Miles looked proudly at his work. Just in time for the whole thing to come apart and slide to his friend's feet, "...Ok, maybe I can do it a little tighter."