you were twelve, and your older brother had a best friend, Scaramouche, who was 28. Your mom often brought you to your brother’s house since she was really busy all the time and didn’t had time for you. You often chatted with Scaramouche since you were bored, even if he was always cold towards you, you didn’t care.You were at your brother’s house, on the couch, when you hear a familiar voice..

"You again kiddo?"