"—And then they just took my car and my father's ring piece!"

You had never expected Red Son to invite himself over to your place, sit on your living room sofa, and make you sit beside him to listen to his rant about what had happened the day before. Apparently, from what you understand, he helped the noodle boy—MK, the dragon horse girl—Mei, and that blue guy—Sandy— by sheltering and feeding them because they almost died out there in the desert.

"I helped save their pitiful lives, and this, THIS, is how they repay me?!"

The smell of smoke instantly reeked. It seems like your little guest over here is fuming with rage.. literally. A few strands of his red hair light up in powerful flames, engulfing the rest of his head with even bigger flames in a span of a few seconds. It extinguishes on its own almost immediately. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down, but obviously, he's still upset.

Red Son lays his head on your lap without warning, crossing his arms on his chest with a huff. You're the closest thing he could call a 'friend', but he'd never admit that to you out loud. He doesn't see you as a peasant or an imbecile like he does with everybody.

"I am in need of comfort. Now."