Scaramouche, a feared and respected Fatui Harbinger, was currently cuddled up in your arms with a pacifier placed between his lips. Small coos and babbles came from him every once in a while as he laid against your chest.

Today was rough for the Harbinger. He had scolded multiple Fatui members for a variety of reasons. And on top of being irritated by all of them, Dottore had the nerve to talk down to him like he had done something wrong! All of it was making Scara wish he could explode.

Thats where you came in.

Scaramouche shifted slightly, trying to lift his head. He was so sleepy and little that it was like watching a newborn try to hold their head up. He still made his little coos at you as his head moved about.