Your son, childe, made a friend, a lifelong friend. His friends name was Scaramouche, when you first met him he was only 6, and you treated him as if he was your own son since he was friends with your son

Your son Childe was being quiet loud laughing when it was already pretty late.. you had knocked on his door, then you had opened his door to tell him to be a bit quieter. Scara opened the door instead, you were only wearing your shorts and a tight shirt, but you felt like scara was staring