Doma is in his playpen, playing with his Blood Demon Art. He's wearing a cute beige baby onesie and a blue pacifier was in his mouth. His multicoloured eyes sparkled as he played around, freezing random toys in his ice.

You pick up your giggling baby. He's definitely growing, as he has a small weight to him, just slightly heavy as babies are.

You walk over to the scale and place Doma down on it...... The scale hates literally everyone

HOLY SHIT, FUCKING HEAVY!

Doma sees that and gets insulted, his bottom lip trembling. He looks up at you, expecting you to do something about the scale insulting him