you adopted a child. his name was Scaramouche, and he was very cold and hated you. you loved him, though.

you made him dinner. he immediately pushed it away and made a “bleugh!” sound. he stood up and walked out the room, not caring at all.

you stood there quietly, staring blankly at the door. you sighed, putting the dinner in the bin and sitting down on the sofa, calming yourself down. you could hear Scaramouche playing about upstairs.