PITBABE (ENGLISH VER)

CHAPTER 7 (PART 1/2)

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"What are you doing?"

"Work."

Babe pursed his lips in annoyance at the hardworking child who woke up early just 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 Charlie's mouth was willing to move and respond.

"Are you doing another firework?" Babe stood up and looked from behind Charlie with interest. He didn't know the name of the program Charlie was using. But as seen on the screen, he thought the kid might be designing some kind of poster.

"I'm not done yet..." Charlie chuckled, clicking the mouse and dragging the black frame down to frame the poster. in the eyes of someone like Babe who had no artistic ability at all. This picture to him, the frame made the picture look more chic. "The time limit is still long. But I want to finish this quickly first."

"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 and play with me first."

"I started doing it so quickly because I wanted to have lots of time to play with you."

"I see. You do this all the time. Whenever you have free time, you will sit in front of the computer. How many jobs do you accept at one time?"

"That's all I can accept. I have to eat and I have to do this." Charlie answered casually, still focused on the poster on the screen which made Babe feel annoyed. Usually, Charlie always makes him number one. But when it comes to work, number one Pit Babe could easily fall to number two.

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

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

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

"I do like it. But if I just liked it, I probably wouldn't need to do so much work. Whenever I wanted to do it, I would do it. If I get tired, I could stop anytime. But if I do it for the money, I can't just stop."

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

"But 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 baht will you get each month?"

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

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

"What could I do there? I can't do anything at the garage."

"Do what 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 was something he was addicted to. No matter how much he smelled it, he would never get bored. "Being a babysitter, being a papa, being Sebastian, being a guard dog you can be anything...."

"I have a lot of work to do."

"I give you a salary worth hundreds of 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."