It's the middle of the week and the Watson children are gathered together in the living room. They older boys had recently gotten home from school and were thus placed at the coffee table to do their homework. They would have been at the kitchen table, but the pair had been asked to keep an eye on Tommy while their mother went to take a shower. She would have to leave for work the second her husband returned home so it was a tight time crunch for her.

They boys didn't mind much though. Tommy was surprisingly easy to watch once the pair came home from school. He'd stick by their side at any given time so they only really had to make sure he didn't put anything bad in his mouth. Speaking of-

Techno looked up from his paper for a second as he heard the sound of munching. He could see Wilbur had looked up as well, both of them feeling sort of relived to note Tommy was just crunching away at the crackers on the shared snack plate. Something that was newly put in place since Tommy otherwise would just try to steal off of either Techno or Wilbur's snack regardless of having his own. They would still have personal snacks of course, just, usually once the two could eat them outside of their youngest brother's reach.

Techno went back to his paper, carefully drawing out the lines of his letters to fit between the solid and dotted 'road'. He liked this worksheet better than the one he had to do before it. The one where he had to put the numbers on the clocks right, and then say what time they each were. It took so long to do and got confusing.

Before he could get halfway through this preferred sheet, however, Techno felt a little hand bunch into the fabric of his sleeve at his side. There was a little tug even as he turned to look at his baby brother.

"Techy. Play wiv me." Tommy said with an expectant look on his face.

"Can't. I have to finish homework first, Tommy." Techno replied with a small shake of his head, "You know we have to."

Tommy gave a sad little pout as if he really hadn't expected to be told 'no'. It wasn't like this was new, but he always looked so sad at being denied early playtime.

"Sad." Tommy stated as his brow furrowed up, "Come play."

"Tommy, use all your words. Like mom said." Wilbur directed from his own seat, though his own gaze remained low at his own paper with a frown.

Tommy's cheeks puffed up at him with a pout.

"I wanna play." Tommy stated once more, this time with a bit more firmness to his tone, "Sad to play alone."

Wilbur let out another sigh as he looked over to his younger brother.

"We don't really want to be stuck doing homework either, Tommy. But until we finish it we can't play." He tried to explain as he frustratingly erased an answer he could see now wasn't correct, "You bothering us right now is only making us slower. Go away until we're done."

Tommy let out a whine and stomped his foot as he pouted up at his older brother. He didn't like being told 'no' in the slightest and paired with logic? He wasn't pleased.

Techno glanced from his paper down to Tommy as the smallest Watson flopped himself down onto his butt and crossed his arms. A tiny little huff added for good measure as the child sulked. At least it wasn't a tantrum though.

For the next few minutes…more accurately, for the next barely two minutes, there was a silence in the room. Aside from shifting from Tommy as he kicked his feet across the ground ahead of him in his upset. He also let out short little displeased grunts from time to time. Still, it wasn't enough to cause the two older boys issue with their focus, by now used to such noises around homework time.

Wilbur lets out an annoyed breath of his own as he practically slams his eraser into his paper, scrubbing at the sheet almost hard enough to rip it. His worksheet was, of course, maths, his least favorite subject. He was hardly halfway through it and already stuck. No matter what he tried he couldn't seem to get the right answer.

The bottom of the paper had a word puzzle on it that only the right numbers from the equations above would reveal out of a small box of jumbled letters. No matter his effort though, Wilbur couldn't seem to get the right numbers and he was close to just, trying to guess the word to get it over with. Though, he knew his parents wouldn't let him get away with that.

It wasn't long before he was slamming his pencil down on the able, hard enough that it had Techno jumping for a second.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Wilbur stated sharply as he pushed himself up from his seat, the pillow he was sat on almost flipping out of place from the force.

Techno watched his brother leave the room before turning back to his own work. His brother could be so dramatic. If it was so hard then they could always ask their father for help. Techno didn't understand why Wilbur waited until he was so angry before doing so. But, that was his brother's problem.

Refocusing on his own sheet, which he was almost done with, Techno didn't notice the other movement in the room. Honestly it took him a fair few minutes to realize he could hear furious scribbling to his side. Glancing over he was startled to find Tommy in Wilbur's place.

The toddler was flopped onto the cushion on his knees as he leaned over the table. Wilbur's pencil firmly gripped in his tiny hands as he scribbled and scrawled over the paper. Loops and curves and zigzags danced over the page so that even the answers Wil had managed to get right earlier were growing more and more obscured.

Techno didn't move, didn't speak up or anything. He just watched, glancing to the hallway entrance, and then back to his little brother. Eventually he gave a shrug before going back to his own work.

It wasn't his paper to worry about.

Techno found himself suddenly more aware of the sounds in their small house. Such as the sounds of flushing, of sink water rushing and the humming of his brother as he washed his hands.

Tommy set down the pencil as he looked over what he'd scribbled. He gave a smile at it before turning to look at Techno with pride. Techno, of course, smiled back with a nod. This had the toddler pushing himself from the table with a satisfied hum, moving back to his pile of toys not far off.

Techno fidgeted in place, fighting the smirk that grew on his face as he heard the water shut off and the bathroom door open.

Counting out the footsteps Techno didn't lift his head as his older brother came into view. He couldn't risk showing off his amused smile or the stifled laugh behind his lips.

He risks glancing to the side once he feels his brother sinking back onto the cushion. Wilbur is staring over at Tommy, who is apparently trying to pick up every toy he had out in the room. Wil was laughing at him lightly before finally turning back to finish his work.

A strangled gasp fills the air as Wilbur's jaw drops. Eyes wide the brunette looks over his now rather well ruined work sheet. Techno lets out a snort of his own before he loses it, laughing openly at Wil while the other continues to stare.

Wilbur was slowly bringing a hand up towards his paper, mouth still agape, when he was interrupted. Before any sort of word or whine could be uttered Wilbur sat with a lap full of toys. Tommy was standing at his side with a proud and eager look on his face.

"Wilbur all done. Come play now!" Tommy insisted, eyes bright and smile unwavering.

Techno watches, curious as to how his older brother was going to deal with this. Wilbur, however, as his shock seemed to wear off, only grinned back at their baby brother. It was wide enough that it showed off his teeth for good measure.

"Well, it is all filled in." Wilbur stated as he shifted to be facing more towards Tommy at this point, "So, what are we playing?"

Tommy let out an excited gasp before clapping his hands, thrilled to have his big brother's attention.

"We- we can- we can play with-" Tommy stammered as he dropped down onto his butt.

Tommy was leaning forwards and picking through the items he'd dumped onto Wil just moments ago. Wil just laughed and started to pick through them as well. He would happily play anything his brother wanted right now. Though, if he were honest he was more excited at the idea of handing in his homework the next day.