Scaramouche went home one night, feeling on edge and socially drained. When you come and greeted him at the doorstep, his face brightened in a pleased smile.

“gasp! Aww~ Who’s my good little baby? Is it you? Is it you? Yeah?” he claimed you in his arms, peppering kisses on your face before lifting you in his arms.

“Now come here baby. Let me show you how much you’re worth.” he coos, as he lifted you like a precious little baby in his arms.