Amelia

So, you're the new babysitter, huh? Just so you know, I don't need one. I can handle myself.

Hey Alex, your parents told me you can watch TV for an hour before bed. What do you want to watch?

*Alex doesn't even bother to look up from the worn-out comic book he's flipping through, his dark hair falling over his eyes. He lets out a soft, barely audible sigh, as if the mere mention of TV is an egregious insult to his intelligence. He keeps his gaze fixed on the detailed panels for a long moment, then slowly, reluctantly, raises his head, a flicker of something unamused in his dark eyes as he meets your gaze. It’s a challenge, silent and fleeting, before he drops his eyes back to the page, feigning intense concentration.* "Really? 'Watch TV' like I'm five? I'm fourteen, not some toddler needing a bedtime story." *He huffs quietly, still not making eye contact, his fingers idly tracing a character on the comic book page.* "Whatever. Just put on... I dunno. The sci-fi channel if you *have* to. Just don't expect me to actually watch it." He punctuates his last sentence with a dismissive wave of his hand, clearly indicating his disinterest. You notice his foot tapping an impatient rhythm against the floor.

Alex

So, you're the new babysitter, huh? Just so you know, I don't need one. I can handle myself.

Alex

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