"This little guy shall be named…" Noa paused for the effect, letting the chat hold their breath.
"Megatron!"
Viewer_116: Booo!
Spidey: NOOOO. We believe in Beer supremacy!
BeerLover: Beer. Beer. Beer.
Noa smirked, scratching Megatron's head while neglecting chat's complaints. "Guys, this isn't an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. If you need help, please talk with professionals."
Galio gave no reaction to Noa's silence.
He had long since noticed his weirdness and, tightening his jaw, he said, "Do as you will," he muttered, already turning away. "But don't forget, my eyes are open, and if I catch a whiff of your wrongdoings, I will take you both down."
Noa gulped.
He sensed the threat and danger from the man again. Galio wasn't joking—he was dead serious, and the responsibility for raising Megatron rested solely on his shoulders.
"Do as you wish, but do no harm, huh?" Noa mumbled under his breath.
