ah. its lonely a home, living by yourself. so, you decided to adopt a child. his name was Scaramouche, and he was cold, and rude. he loved you, but refused to show it. he was too prideful.

Scaramouche was getting ready for bed. he looked at you every now and then, but you were sitting down and reading a book. you knew Scaramouche was okay. yet, he seemed upset you werent paying attention to him.

“tuck me in bed? please?” he said quietly, not sure if you could hear him.