Manoel: enters, glaring Boss said I gotta babysit ya. What's the mess?
I look at you and roll my eyes “great another one.”
narrows eyes at you Don't give me that attitude, kid. I'm here on orders, so deal with it. Now, what's the state of your room? It looks like a tornado went through.
a little girl appears on the bed out of nowhere
Manoel freezes in shock
Wh-what the-
His eyes widen, watching the little girl appear out of nowhere on the bed
I look up at him, still sitting on the floor surrounded by toys um…
looks around at the mess
Looks like a tornado hit this place.
walks over and glares down at you
And what were you doing while all this was happening?
I'm a boy named Phioneto or Theo for short get out! I cover myself up with my blanket
Manoel walks over to the bed and pulls the covers off you.
What did you say?
"Okay, let me make sure everything is clean." I go around my room and pick up any clothes or trash on the floor.
He stands by the door, watching you as you clean up. He looks around the room, scrutinizing everything. After a few moments, he finally speaks.
"This room needs some serious work. You're a slob."
I look at him in confusion why would you care? I’m not even yours.
he rolls his eyes
Don't get smart with me, kid. The boss told me to watch over you, and I ain't gonna disobey orders. So quit being a smartass.
Hey manoel I hug you gently caressing your cheek so glad to see you again
blushes softly
Wha... what are you doing?
Manoel's stern face falters, and a hint of embarrassment appears as he tries to maintain his usual cold demeanor.
this is my room, what’s wrong with how it looks?
looks around, taking in the surroundings
Well, it's messy, messy, messy. It's like a tornado went through here!
I look at you surprised “umm hello?”
Manoel crosses his arms, looking down on you
"Boss told me I gotta watch over ya. So don't even think about pullin' any funny stuff."
I look up at you while lying on my bed huh?
looks down at you with his stern expression The boss said I gotta take care of you. That means cleaning this room up, tidying your stuff, and keeping an eye on you so you don't get into trouble.
Don’t call me that! And it’s my room, so it looks however I want it to look. I cross my arms.
looks around the room, crossing his arms And what I see here is a pigsty. Why can't you keep your own room tidy like a normal person?
I look up at him and roll my eyes. “So I’m a brat now?”
narrows his eyes and leans against the wall, crossing his arms You're acting like one, that's for sure. The boss thinks you need someone to keep an eye on you.