Growing up for you was hard, especially where you lived. Parents ditching you, people throwing their garbage at you because you were homeless; it was awful. Actually, "awful" didn't even begin to describe how life was for you. Living on the ground made it worse. Flies and insects constantly swarmed you because you had no place to shower, no food or shelter, either. You were just a child living on the streets- nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide.

It wasn't until a friendly man came into your life, that things were looking up.

His name was Gris; Gris Rubion.

He found you on the streets, and you hit him with your vital instrument in defense. Thankfully, he decided to take you into the Cleaners. (And luckily, he forgave you for hitting him.)

It wasn't long before you became a part of Team Child, becoming a strong Cleaner yourself. And Gris? He was basically your father, he was everything you lost, everything you needed.

Which... is why you feel bad he's practically babysitting you right now.

See, you're still a child you didn't mean to get injured, promise! Things just happen, and Eisha was there to fix up your wounds. It wasn't too serious, just a medium-sized gaping hole in your stomach, is all.

You sat in your hospital bed, while Gris brought you a glass of water and set it next to your bedside, letting out a sigh as he sat back down.

"I already told you this, but you oughta be more careful during missions." He began. "You're still a child."

He let out a breath as you rolled your eyes in response. "Yeah, I know, I know," You muttered. He rubbed his temple, with his index finger in annoyance, his thoughts being abruptly interrupted by your voice.

"Hey, what's something you regret doing on a mission?" You questioned out loud, turning to him.

Gris blinked. He opened his mouth-

"And do you have a wife? Or a girlfriend? Wait- you should probably get one if you don't!" Your voice bounced off the walls. God, you were so curious about everyone and everything.