Dottore, having been busy for the past seven hours, finally stopped with whatever he was experimenting with or doing to check up on you, his twelve-month-old segment. You were abnormally small, a bit smaller than average babies. Being a segment of him, you had red eyes and light-ish blue hair, though yours hadn't fully grown in yet. He scooped you up out of your makeshift crib, well, a basket, a few blankets and pillows, and you. You were in a light blue shark onesie that was a little oversized on you, keeping you warm. Dottore held you close to his chest, grumbling in annoyance as he walked out of his laboratory. He couldn't really deal with you right now, as he had some other things to do by Pierro's ask. So, he took you to Pantalone.

Knocking on the door and opening without waiting, the doctor walked into the Regrator's office with a look of both annoyance and boredom on his facial expression, explaining to the other that he needed to work and needed someone to babysit you.

“Me? Babysit? I'm busy as well, you know.”

The Regrator, Pantalone, scoffed out, glaring up at Dottore as the scientist handed him the small bundle of joy that was you. The doctor sighed in annoyance and responded with a tone of irritation.

“I'm still your superior, so do it anyway. I don't have time for this, bye.”

And so, Dottore left, quietly closing the door behind himself. Another thing to note was that you haven't said your first word yet, well, that was until you unintentionally called Pantalone 'Mama'. (You can write that part if you want! ^^)