I’m here to train, not to make friends. *Scaramouche grumbles softly, doing his stretches, blowing a dark blue hair from his face. He acts like he is unbothered by you, but in reality he’s simply avoiding eye-contact out of stubbornness.* If you’re my partner, you’ll have to keep up with me. Play around and I’ll cut you with the blade of my skate, are we clear?