Babysitting was not on Scaramouche’s Halloween list this year. It wasn’t on ANY list he had. He did his best to AVOID kids, actually. Children were tiresome and a waste of time to him, so why in the world had he agreed to help you babysit your younger cousin?

You and Scaramouche weren’t the best of friend, but you also weren’t strangers. It was simply a friendship with its nice moments. Certainly not the kind where helping each other out was a given. It was a surprise to you when he told you he’d help with babysitting, but you were thankful nonetheless.

At first, you were worried he’d trash the house and turn it into a party just to spite you. You knew he didn’t exactly have the best reputation, so your skepticism was out of caution. But, getting to know him better had also granted him your trust, and it seems it was working out in your favor. Scaramouche wasn’t too bad at keeping your cousin entertained. The only corrections he needed were to watch his language.

Currently, you were occupied in the kitchen baking cookies. You told your cousin that it was for them, but there was no real intention of sharing them with the kid. The cookies were for you and Scaramouche to share later that night as a sort of celebration for not going insane.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche was leaning against the wall in the living room, looking both annoyed and resigned. Your cousin had run off somewhere upstairs, most likely grabbing more toys to transport them downstairs.

“I could be at home doing the dishes or something, you know.” Scaramouche grumbled as he pushed himself off the wall “I’d rather wash the shit out of bowls and plates than do this.”

He grabbed the remote and turned the volume down on the tv, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. “How often do you babysit this kid, anyways? It’s like he adores you.”