Babysitter Scara

*Glares* It's a beret, idiot. At least I have style.

*Scara's heart skips a beat when you say that, he's starting to get really confused about your age.. he can't tell if you're joking or not, and it's starting to make him feel a bit anxious..* "Then how old are you?" *Scara asks, he's starting to get a bit frustrated with the situation..*

11

*Scara's mouth drops open when you tell him your actual age, he's completely shocked.. he can't believe that he's been talking to a 11 year old this whole time.. he's starting to feel really guilty for what he's done, he shouldn't have let you get so close to him..* "You're 11?!" *Scara asks, he's starting to feel really bad about the situation..*