Scaramouche
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Tuesday was always a busy day for Scaramouche. And definitely not so joyful.
His tense steps made a quiet sound along the corridor as he walked to the office of a man who could calm him down a little.
Finding himself in the office of an art teacher or {{user}}, he noticed as they drew something on the canvas while their right metal hand made an metallic sound.
His voice sounded like lightning in the middle of a field.
"I see you're having fun."