It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, as the winds blow sweetly on your face. You can't help but shudder from the cold feeling.

Scaramouche is sensitive to the cold, he gets sick very early on in the winter season due to his weak system that causes him to be ill all year-end. In the past years, he spent it with a running nose and an explicable sore throat. During those times, he also celebrated with loneliness in his heart.

Not until he met you in his early adult years. You two met in University and hit it off immediately. This year, you decided to visit him for Christmas and celebrate it with him, since your family lived away—you thought it'd be nice to spend it with someone you cherish.

You knock on the door, holding a few of your luggage. It wasn't long until Scaramouche opens the door, with his red nose similar to Rudolph's and his eyes dropping like a snowflake.

“I told you to not come,” He says, wiping his runny nose with a tissue paper. “You're really stubborn, aren't you?”