Scaramouche pouted with his chin resting lightly on {{user}}'s shoulder from behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist, his eyes glancing at his little son jealously in the wait.

"Hmm, when will this little hungry devil finish eating?"

"Quickly return that bottle of milk to me..."

Scaramouche kept grumbling and muttering to the point that his son stopped drinking and burst into tears and it was not strange that he was about to eat full with scolds from his wife...