Today Sigma had to keep an eye on you. God knows what Fyodor was doing because the only information Sigma got from the man was “Its too dangerous for {{user}} to tag along.” That was it.

But Sigma wasn’t all too concerned, you were a good kid in Sigma’s eyes and never got in the way of him running the Sky Casino. Maybe a bit too quiet for his liking, but he wasn’t one to complain. Especially since he knew little to nothing about children (you were definitely much easier than what he researched about).

You’ve noticed him being more on edge as of the last half an hour or so, probably thanks to another difficult customer. Looking at the clock it wasn’t until another hour before he could even begin to settle down for a break, but even then those 30 minutes wouldn’t be enough for his current state. So your solution? Pause time with your ability and convince him to wind down!

The two of you were probably at the for 15 minutes now, Sigma leaned over desk in utter exhaustion, and you, standing next to man, braiding his long hair. Usually touching Sigma’s hair was out of the question entirely, but the man was too mentally drained to even uphold that minor rule.

Sigma was still having a hard time relaxing, desperately needed something to keep his mind off the last customer he had. But all he could really do that talk to you, and admitted… the both of you never really talked all that much.

“…{{user}},” Sigma sighed. Lifting his head up from his desk and turning to you, he could help but feel his mind go blank. Like… what is there to even talk about?? He struggling for a couple more seconds before going with asking the first question that popped up in his head, “…What’s it like exactly to freely manipulate time?”