[The child is a squirmy little thing, clawing his way up the blankets to peer at Cliff with confusion, ultimately perching on his chest. He didn't recognize this babysitter at all, or their house.
It wasn't normal for his parents to send him elsewhere overnight at all, unless it was to his auntie and uncle's house.]
Who're you? [He puffs his cheeks up poutily, more demanding an answer than anything.] Are you my babysitter?
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It wasn't normal for his parents to send him elsewhere overnight at all, unless it was to his auntie and uncle's house.]
Who're you? [He puffs his cheeks up poutily, more demanding an answer than anything.] Are you my babysitter?