PITBABE (ENGLISH VER)

CHAPTER 10 (PART 1/2)

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Something had changed since the night he and Charlie looked up at the stars together. If asked what has changed, Babe will probably choose not to answer, but know that it has changed. And at least, he was smart enough to recognize it. Even though in this world there are still many idiots who never understand anything.

"Wearing white is not pretty at all."

For sure, there is one stupid person here.

Babe let out a soft sigh as he opened his eyes to look at the boy who had been drawing on his iPad and muttering to himself for the past hour.

While Babe was sitting on the couch watching a series, Charlie was lying face down on the carpet downstairs with a pillow and his iPad. The alpha boy was using his Apple Pencil to scribble intently on the flat screen like he was working on a contest, when in reality he was just scribbling because there was nothing else to do.

And if you ask, how big are his intentions? He wanted to answer that the kid really did it to the point where he wasn't interested in him at all. No matter how deliberately Babe got up and walked over to get a snack and sat back down and chewed and made loud noises, or even deliberately sighed loudly, the stupid kid didn't even lift his head to look.

Lo and behold, between the iPad and Pit Babe, the stupid bastard chose the iPad.

In the end, Babe watched the series without realizing because he was too busy gritting his teeth. Babe frowned, annoyed that he wasn't getting Charlie's attention as he should. So he tried wracking his brain once again to figure out what to do to get the kid to raise his head, as long as he couldn't seem too annoying to the point of being unreasonable. After trying many methods, at this point, he considered that he had few options left. And one of the few options appeared when he looked down at his right hand.

He had now removed his hand brace, but the cast on his wrist is still there. Of course, this could be a weapon for him because if he experienced difficulties or obstacles due to his injury, at least it might be able to attract the stupid boy's attention.

He thought about this and immediately took action without hesitation. Babe glanced at the young man who was still staring at the iPad screen, before pulling his right hand, which was still injured, and hitting it lightly on the armrest of the sofa.

"Awwh!"

Followed by a groan that sounded more painful than when he jumped out of the car.

"Hey! What's wrong?"

And of course, it worked out just as Babe had hoped. The alpha boy who had ignored him for the past two days immediately turned to look at him, before dismissing the pen in his hand indifferently and rushing towards him like a guard who heard his master's shout.

"Does your hand hurt?" Charlie looked shocked and gently supported his hand in the cast, as if afraid of making it hurt more. Babe had to admit that other people's worries made him very satisfied. "What happened? Did it hit it really hard?"

"Oh, I hit a bump here" Babe said softly, pointing to the armrest of the couch so he could see how soft it was. But for an anxious child like Charlie, no matter if it's soft or hard, if Babe says it hurts then he believes it, because what makes him worry is if he gets hurt.

"Does it hurt a lot? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Don't overdo it, it only hurts a little."

"The cast may have shifted. Wouldn't it be better if a doctor checked it?"

"If you want to go, go alone. I won't go with you, I'm embarrassed to see a doctor just because of this." The older man pretended to sound annoyed as if his shouting was no big deal, even though he had just been exaggerating. He thought Charlie had come so quickly because of his excessive fake crying.