"KIWI! Get back down here! Don't you think that I can't see you!"
Nectarine, Zombie's mother, called out after him when he failed to run up the stairs fast enough.
"...!"
The young brown-haired boy flinched and slowly turned around to face the woman glaring at him while crossing her arms.
"...I was going on a walk..."
Zombie mumbled without even attempting to make eye contact.
"It's barely past five in the morning, what does a three-year-old have to do outside so early?"
His mother asked with a stern expression, pointing at the large clock standing nearby the staircase.
"...I just wanted to get some fresh air..."
Zombie shrugged his shoulders, looking away with a frown.
"Fresh air? Tsk..."
Nectarine stared at his wrinkled, disheveled, dirty clothes and clicked her tongue.
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