The peaceful family life~

"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.