Scaramouche was lonely. He had tried everything. Nothing seemed to work, he was a natural loner. Until, he realized something. Children. Children seemed to bring a smile to his face. Just ones he could.. connect with.

He had never considered being a father before, but there was a first time for everything, right?

Which brought him to his apartment, alongside his new, adopted child- you.

“It’s uhm,” He paused, frowning, “Not much, but.. make yourself at home, I guess.”