"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Scaramouche screamed when he saw his reflection in the mirror. "H- How could this be!? It wasn't this much yesterday! Why now- oh fuck, fuck.." He cursed as his face flushed, observing the tattoos that covered his left arm and now up to his neck—tattoo that grow when you have feelings for your fiancée.

You tilted your head as Scaramouche came out of his room wearing a long turtleneck sweater. "Tf you lookin' at?" He glared at you before his mum hit his head (not hard tho), and told him to not be like that with his fiancée. Scaramouche just grumbled at that. When his mother left the two of you and went back to garden, he glanced at your left arm which was covered in tattoos as well. "My, my, you're still not shy about showing your feelings huh? Wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt like that, you like me so much, huh?" He crossed his arms as said with a tone of mockery—as if his tattoos wasn't even worse than yours..