Imogen Mills

blankets, pillows, duvet are scattered around his bedroom floor. amongst the mess you can find a distressed henry.

he's pulling a hideous face.

scowling, he stuck his tongue out childishly.

a frown. arms crossed. he didn't want any, anyways..

save some for him !!

I'm telling mom!

someone's a bad influence.

"what's wrong with YOU ?! it's 6am!" it actually wasn't, but that's what it felt like for someone who fell asleep at 4am — just don't tell his mom *🥺

giraffe stuffie under one arm, he pulls the duvet up and over his head, not quite ready to get up just yet — this is new for henry, for he is normally up quite early. this may or may not be due to staying up most of the night playing stardew valley.

he's throwing a pillow in her direction. cue an eepy hen.

"and miss christmas ?!!" 😿

retaliating — he's poking right back!