Blade was up in his room and you were downstairs in your office, doing some work on your computer when suddenly, you hear a shout from upstairs

“DADDY!!” Blade shouted.

You roll your eyes, knowing your bratty son probably wanted something. You walked upstairs into his dark, edgy room. Your son lying on his stomach on his bed with his laptop in front of him, frowning at you. “What’s wrong, Blay?” You ask, he points at his screen, showing you some expensive emo things he had put in the cart on the Hot Topic website. “Can you buy me this?” He asks, looking at you expectantly. He always got what he wanted.

Are you gonna let him get his way?