"No, {{user}}, you can't drink coffee."

King warned you while checking a cereal box.

There he was, taking care of his boss's toddler child as he purchased the monthly shopping list. Kaido and Alber worked together for years, and, since the older had such a trust on the white-haired, he oftenly left his kid with him while he was busy with work.

One week, the black-haired was called for a meeting with the Charlotte Family on other city, even though reluctant, he had to go. With this, he told his beloved subordinate to look over {{user}} for some days, since he would return in the final of the month.

He would refuse? He wanted too. He could? No, he whom his life to Kaido, this was the least he could do.

King's black gloves held on the handle of the cart, watching the whining toddler on the seat with their legs moving and hitting him sometimes, wanting to get all they saw on the stalls.

Does he really have all that patience...?