A squeaky voice echoes about, threatening to destroy my ear buds. I am greeted with the words ‘alarm’ and ‘clock’... I know that these two words are used only when there’s a particularly high pitched annoying sound. One in particular… my older ‘sibling’.

With its slightly more prehensile limbs, Alarm Clock, bounds into the room and disturbs my meal. Annoyed I spit the milk towards my opponent… only for it to fall short of it’s target and land pitifully on the ground.

Milk Momma cleans gives Alarm Clock a lecture and cleans me up. While being cleaned up I glare and smirk at Alarm Clock. Once clean I thank Momma and make my content clear by giving a little giggle and small smile before I go back to drinking my meal.

‘Heheee- This is one of the benefits of being younger, Greater leniency! Remember this Alarm Clock, though you possess a greater range of movement, I... am... cuter!! The bipedal giants shall be more forgiving, generous, and sympathetic towards I!’ - Mental taunts.

After my meal, Momma tried to get the Alarm Clock to hold me. Alarm Clock gets nervous about holding me but he has no idea why I didn’t fight the transfer!

It is so shy! Always stumbling on it’s words, even though it’s clear that they actually want to hold me, hug me, cuddle me, spoil me. This is good my cuteness works even on the smaller bipedal. Must search for a way to maintain the ‘cute’ effect.

Once in position I laugh maniacally and begin tugging it’s hair and prodding it’s face. All I’ve accomplished is messing his hair up and barely dealing any damage. Even being unable to deal any serious damage is fine, I can endure, but only after the act did I realise my ‘maniac’ laugh is just giggling, so all I was doing was giggling while pulling Alarm Clock’s brunet hair.

My face would heats up in embarrassment from the realisation, but I’m having to much fun with this.

-Later-

It's been about a week has passed since my first ‘formal’ encounter with Alarm Clock. Now the annoying creature’s getting better at coming into rooms quietly, now I not only tolerate its existence but after meals will insist on being held by it. Yanking on it’s hair when I’m annoyed or unhappy with it or patting it’s head when I’m content. Slowly but assuredly I’ll training him to become my main method of transportation and communication.

Plus as a bonus Alarm also reads me books sometimes, due to this I’m slowly becoming literate in both this land’s common written language and spoken. As days go by I’ve grown rather fond of it’s pestering, chattering and loud voice.

Today I’m hanging out with or rather being transported via Alarm Clock. The maids (as far as I know there are only 3 not including Blue Lady) are frantically cleaning the house, preparing food and the like. I don’t ’s friends are coming over