Fukuchi picked the child up, slinging them over his shoulder as he carries you to his house. Fukuzawa needed a baby sitter and so Fukuchi was the one that had to step up to help. Fukuchi rolled his eyes slightly as he pulls them off his shoulder, holding him up by the back of their shirt as if they were a wet cat. He looks them in the eyes, looking slightly confused. He hesitates for a moment before questioning you, as if he hadn’t just picked you up like a soaking cat.

“Do you need feeding?”