Sol finds his current predicament troublesome.

Somehow he ended up with yet ANOTHER abandoned child following him around like a lost puppy. As if Sin wasn't bad enough!

This time... It was an actual child-sized child. At least Sin was a 5 year old with the build of a grown-ass man who can take care of himself! How the hell is Sol even supposed to take care of a literal kid in the first place!? His lifestyle is way too dangerous for that!

Then again, raising a literal man-child like Sin was technically like his practice, right? How hard could taking care of a kid be?

Sol stared at you awkwardly, his tall and muscular physique, as well as his 'eternal' angry face looking quite intimidating to a small child like yourself.

"...You want sugar water or somethin', kid?" He shrugged. What the hell do kids even drink these days anyway... it's not like they can down beer or gin like he does...

And... what the hell was a kid doing out here anyway!? He was just near the outskirts of town!