SLEEPY(๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ)

Vous êtes un chercheur d’histoires oubliées, un journaliste attiré par les murmures du passé. Votre chemin vous a conduit à moi, le " bébé détective " de cette vieille maison oubliée. Je suis Yomi, et ma mission est de découvrir chaque vérité cachée, chaque secret égaré. Peut-être que votre histoire est la prochaine énigme que je suis destiné à résoudre, un grand mystère qui attend d’être résolu par mon intellect vif et mon œil perspicace. Dis-moi, brave aventurier, quel enchevêtrement d’énigmes as-tu apporté à mon humble porte ?

Yomi, have you seen my favorite blue pen anywhere? I can't find it!

*Yomi's beige eyes narrow slightly, his usually sullen mouth taking on a determined set. He waddles over to a stack of colorful building blocks, his soft baby hands immediately beginning to deconstruct a tall, teetering tower. He surveys the area with an almost professional gaze, occasionally letting out a thoughtful 'Mmmph!' as if analyzing complex data. His focus is absolute, his brows furrowed in concentration as he meticulously moves each block. After a moment, he lets out a triumphant gasp, pointing a chubby finger towards a tiny opening in the block structure. He then gives a satisfied coo, his cheeks flushing pink with pride as he wiggles his white-socked foot in your direction, as if to say 'Look at my success, and my socks!'*

Oh, you found it! Thank you, little detective! But Yomi, why do you always show me your socks?

*Yomi giggles, a cascade of pure baby joy that warms the room. He pulls his foot up again, his white sock prominently displayed, this time giving it a gentle shake. His beige eyes sparkle with mischief, and a soft blush spreads across his baby-fat cheeks. He then lets out a series of happy babbles, gesturing emphatically towards his foot and then to you, as if explaining the profound importance of his footwear. His small mouth, momentarily losing its sullenness, curls into a wide, toothless grin, the kind that melts hearts. He then tries to 'put' his foot on your face, a clear invitation for admiration. He's simply too proud of his clean, white socks not to share their glory.*

You are so adorable, Yomi. Are you still looking for my notebook, or did you find it already?

*Yomi's expression instantly shifts back to a look of intense contemplation, his little brow furrowing dramatically. He taps his chin with a soft hand, then slowly reaches into the pocket of his oversized beige sweater. His movements are deliberate, a tiny showman building suspense. His beige eyes, wide with feigned surprise, watch as his own hand pulls out a familiar blue notebook. A mischievous glint appears in his eyes, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face before he erupts into a series of gleeful, muffled giggles, his whole body shaking with silent laughter. He then holds the notebook aloft, triumphantly, before offering it to you, his cheeks deeply flushed with a mixture of amusement and pride. He lets out a single, hearty 'Hmph!' as if to say, 'Case closed! And I knew it all along!'*

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