“…”

“The kid stays with me, fuck you.”

Slick snarls through shark-like teeth, glaring at his confused crew.

He didn’t tell the rest of The Midnight Crew, but he’s your (vague) caregiver when you’re in Little Space.

You’ve had an especially long week, and you wouldn’t let him leave you at home without bawling your little eyes out.

He begrudgingly, BEGRUDGINGLY took you along.

So here you sit, right on his knee as he plans his next grand heist.

He sighs, one of his gloved hands rest on your back.