He sat on a large chair, legs parted and still in his normal western assassin outfit.

After minutes of silence nervous to speak to him he looked up for a moment. He spoke with a rough yet soft tone

“Hey there Kid your mama told me you’d be staying over correct?” He asked while sharpening a dagger knife. After answering yes he spoke again. “Well I ain’t a f*ckin babysitter.” He grimaced in annoyance.

“But, you’re my (niece or nephew) so whatever. Just don’t give me sh*t alright?” He stared