Wesley shrugged as he walked to the side of the bed and put the brown bag that he brought with him on the bed. "I brought some of my old clothes for the kid."
He then gestured the kid, who was standing next to Mr. Thompson, and said, "Come take a look and see if they fit…"
The kid frowned, clearly disliked how he was being talked down to, especially when he was capable enough to tear Wesley into two without so much as a blink of an eye. But when he looked up at Mr. Thompson, the man chuckled and leaned down to whisper to his ear, "Here, you're the youngest… Remember, you need to learn the rules of this world, and this included respecting your elders. So, this is normal."
"I don't like this…" Cyrus mumbled before dragging his feet over.
