Scaramouche exasperatedly sighs as he's handed another love letter—except, as usual, his name wasn't written on it but rather his twin.

It's a recurring incident that leaves him questioning whether people are blind or just stupid, always mistaking one twin for the other. After the day's classes end, he reunites with you, a mix of wry amusement and annoyance displayed on his face.

"Here catch," he mumbles with a tiresome head tilt, tossing over the letter. "One more to add to the pile."