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."