PITBABE (English)

CHAPTER-7 (part 1/2)

"What are you doing?"

"Work."

Babe pursed his lips in annoyance at the hardworking child who woke up early to sit in front of the computer again. Charlie stared at the screen so intently that he didn't even bother looking at him who had just come out of the bedroom and only his mouth was still willing to move and respond.

"Is this some other graphic work?" Babe stood up and looked behind him with interest. He didn't know what the name of the program Charlie was using was. But as seen on the screen, he thought the kid might be designing some kind of poster.

“I didn't make any mistake this time...” Charlie chuckled, clicking the mouse and dragging the black frame down to frame the poster that in the eyes of someone like Babe had no artistic ability at all. According to him, the frame makes the picture look more chic. "The time limit is still long. But I...I want to finish it quickly."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Babe placed his hands on Charlie's broad shoulders, before continuing "If you're not in a hurry, take it slow. Now, play with me first."

"I did it quickly because I wanted to have lots of time to play with you."

"I see you do work all the time. When you have free time, you will sit in front of the computer and work. How much work do you accept at one time?"

"Enough, and have time to eat and do other stuffs." Charlie answered casually, still focused on the poster on the screen to the point that Babe felt annoyed. Usually, Charlie always makes him his number one. But when it comes to work, Pit Babe degrade from number one to number two easily.

"Did you take this much work for the money?"

"If not for money, then what?" The tall man laughed softly at Babe's strange question.

"I thought you did it because you liked it."

"I like it. But if i just like it, I probably don't need to do too much, Whenever I want to do it, I do it. If I'm tired, I can stop as i will. But I do it for the money, so  can't stop even if I'm tired."

"Then, if you're tired, stop."

"If I stop, what will I eat?"

"I will take care of you." Babe said softly, moving his arm from resting on his shoulder to wrapping it around his neck, before resting his chin on his shoulder. "How much money you get each month?"

"What are you going to do? I don't want anything." The young man said in a low voice. "I got a lot today."

"How about you move to work with me? So you don't have to do this anymore."

"What can I do? I can't do anything anything then editing."

"Do as you did today," Babe said, burying his face in the crook of the workaholic's neck. He inhaled the familiar scent, filling his lungs as if it were something
which makes him addicted. No matter how much it smelled, he would never get bored. "Being a babysitter, being a papa, being Sebastian(butler), being a guard dog...."

"I have a lot of work to do."

"All that work with a salary worth hundred thousands."

"That much?" Charlie laughed, liking that Babe really knew how to seduce him. He knew Babe could easily do what he said. Paying him a few hundred thousand a month isn't going to make someone like him miserable. But the point is, what did he hire him for? "But I don't want it."

"Oh, why?"

"The price of just one car is much more than my salary," answered the tall man lazily. "Even if I don't buy it, and just rent it, I don't know where to find the money to pay you."