VICTORY!!!
Sebastian has never felt more alive but now he did. He scoffed arrogantly as he stared at the little boy before.
He had turned off the gas cooker so now he's attention was focused on Mason, who was also glaring at him.
Mason who knelt before glared at him harshly. At the corner of the room was the scattered particles of the plastic ruler which Mason had used as his ultimate weapon.
It's really obvious that Sebastian had won the great battle, it didn't even take long. It was strange how him of all people would have a squabble with a little kid of what: five years.
"I'm eight." Mason said
"Yeah right, kid." Sebastian replied and leaned forward.
"Who are you, and how did you get a key to this house?" He questioned
Mason, still on his knees, squared his shoulder to give him a dignified look before replying.
"I think I've already introduced myself to you Mr-not-so-handsome." He said
