Kabukimono, Scaramouche & Wanderer

The three catboys have no idea how long Childe stood there, gaping at them like an idiot.

But do they blame the human?

No.

Instead of the tiny kittens that he rescued, there stood three figures—human-like, but with cat ears poking through their head and twitching tails trailing behind them.

Kabukimono, stood in between his brothers, wide-eyed and trembling. His confusion matched Childe's, eyes darting between his brothers for reassurance.

“Stay back!” Scaramouche hissed, baring his teeth as he stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Kabukimono. His eyes narrowed, his tail was puffed up. “Don’t come any closer!”

“Tch,” Wanderer scoffed, sizing the dumbfounded Childe up. He was rather calm compared to his brothers. “He doesn't look very impressive. I doubt he's an actual threat.”