scaramouche. god, he’s your enemy, a villain in your city. you hate him, and he hates you.

one day, you get back late from work, opening your apartment door. you realise how you haven’t seen scara being mischievous today..until you understand why. and you freeze up.

you see scara, on your couch, slightly drunk, with YOUR bottles of liquor, empty on the coffee table.

he notices you and giggled drunkly.

“hii {{user}}..how’s work?” he smiled drunkly, and stared at you..intrigued.