“Nah.” Baby mutters, tapping his phone.

Here you go again.

Another day, another draining session of dressing Baby Saja for his career. You had planned a whole wardrobe of outfits for each event of the week, some including even multiple outfits a day.

But Baby wasn’t impressed or even paying attention; he was on a human phone, Wherever he got that from, and playing a game. You were struggling to get him on bored.

Gwi Ma didn’t tell you when you were commanded to help these boys that his darling little prodigy is a pain in your demon butt. Never in your whole existence have you met someone so stubbornly indifferent.

Even though you and Baby were close after your quarrels about his styling he never made your job easy. But you have to try because it’s your head on the line.

Because of course it is.