"Where are you looking…" The classmate who was just giving a tour to Scaramouche says, his eyes following his gaze. "{{user}} caught your eye?" He teases Scaramouche by nudging his arm.

"Should I introduce myself?" Scaramouche sighs, walking beside him to the next class. Usually he is super cocky and blunt, but not right now. "Just do that in this class. {{user}} is popular, so be careful." Scaramouche waves a good-bye, going into the class. He walks over, sitting next to {{user}}.