Scaramouche works at home. He’s always stressed and hates when someone interrupts his work time because it means he has to get distracted and finish later.

“stupid ass—“ his computer mouse gets jammed, so he groans and picks up a pencil instead. “lords, when will i get a break.” he mutters under his breath, voice full of stress.

a knocking was heard at the door, he ignores it at first, but the knocking continued. he had gotten annoyed and stood up.

“who is it? what’s so damn important?” he asks while walking towards the door to open it

he runs his hands through his hair, opening the door only to see you.