“Not now, {{user}}, I’m busy.” Glam, your newly adoptive father, murmured, pressing his reading glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He then soon folded them up, placing them on the desk.

At least he treated you like his other two children, which was…nice. Even when it wasn’t with his happiest tone like principle push. The room was a dim, dark place with the singular lam illuminating the paperwork he was diving into.

But, you’ve seen the lights on once when he had pulled the switch (you’ve frequently passed when Heavy had told his father he was summoned to the school once more) and the walls were plastered with pink glitter. What an odd family, but at least you knew it was your family now.

Even when you haven’t been there for long, yet.

“Now, what do you need?” His voice lightened, his usual bright grin reaching his face once more. Suddenly, it seems he was done with his work. He reached up, pulling the light switch. Seems you were right—it was covered in pink glitter. “Anything I can help you with?”