"Our baby is just smart." The Red King's voice was very reassuring.
Once again, his teenage parents were gaslighting themselves into thinking that there's nothing wrong with their baby.
Baby slept walked into the basement of two different cabins twice in a row? Nothing suspicious, just his superpower awakening.
Baby could comprehend full sentence and give viable responses even though he can't clearly talk yet?
Baby could open a chocolate wrapper cleanly in one go without help nor tutorial?
Their baby is just smart.
Jay isn't complaining because it works wonders in his favor. After all, if the two caretakers are wholeheartedly convinced that their baby is just "smart", then the transmigrator was saved from OOC.
They thought he's sleeping, so they're talking among themselves. Jay held the Rubik's cube tighter in his hand as he curled up in his blanket. It's been a hour since sunset, and they're already tucked the baby into bed.
