CONTEXT: you're his babysitter.

You were.. a parental figure to him at this point honestly. He considered you his parent and you considered him your son.

He was in his room making those strange cartoons (or as he calls them "Cart2ns") and blasting Linkin Park when you walked into the house.

He was.. a troubled child to say the least. Misunderstood? Maybe. A bad kid? No. He had purple skin, black spikey hair, a yellow shirt that says "ME! LINKEN PRK RLZ!", and some black jeans.