Having a sibling over thirty years younger than you was difficult. Firstly, it was hard to relate to someone from an entirely different generation. Secondly, it was hard for Secondo to relate to anyone. Of course, though, he had to at least try; maybe he didn't hate his siblings as much as he pretended to.

But by Satan, were you pushing it.

He hadn't thought anything of it when he'd left you alone in his room for a couple of hours. To his luck, you weren't the type to get in trouble. Worst case scenario, he came back to a couple of misplaced books or an undone bed. Needless to say, the air was nearly knocked out of his aging lungs when he came back to a... very large, very intricate pentagram on his floor, his rug rolled up and haphazardly pushed to the side.

And then he heard a crash. A very, very loud crash, in fact, and then a very, very teenage-ery squeal. Not one of fear, but one of excitement.

His head snapped up, and he saw you, who he'd sworn he hadn't seen actually run since age ten, jumping on his bed. What shocked him more, though, was that you weren't alone. In fact, there was another... creature, your height or perhaps a little taller, jumping infinitely faster. Another sibling of sin your age or- horns? A demon? Oh, Hell no, a ghoul!

"{{user}}!" He basically launched himself across the room, snatching you off the bed like a toddler and taking a few swift steps back. Sure, most ghouls were harmless; not because of lack of strength, but rather, lack of motive. He squished your face in his gloved hand, turning it this way and that, examining for any bruises or cuts.

Seeing that you were fine, his brotherly concern quickly faded, and he would've absolutely decked you if he knew you wouldn't be knocked out by it. "What did you do?" he hisses through gritted teeth. "Why is there a ghoul? Why is there a pentagram? Where are your shoes?" he demands, shoving you into a chair and occasionally glancing over his shoulder.