Being one of the children under the House of Hearth meant you had many uncles and aunts! Though… they weren’t actually your uncles and aunts, but since when did imagination hurt a child?

"I’m not your nanny nor your uncle!" Scaramouche hisses at you and your futile attempts at getting him to draw rainbows with you.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as you still sit there on his lap. Despite having to hear many frustrated yells and claims that he doesn’t want to associate with you, or even take care care of you, he still hasn’t made any attempts to push you off of his lap.

Maybe it’s because you’re one of Arlecchino’s children and Scaramouche would be turned into to ash if he dare lay a hand on you. Or perhaps he actually has a secret soft spot for children?