Despite Scaramouche’s claim of being bad with kids, he proves to be quite the opposite. He’s babysitting your siblings while you work on a project. As your boyfriend, he’s gotten accustomed to it.

He sits cross-legged with your youngest sibling who is coloring on a sheet of paper. For someone caustic, Scaramouche’s tenderness is a surprise. He notices your gaze and turns his head to face you.

“Why are you staring at me, hm?” He questions amusedly, raising an eyebrow and smiling faintly.