"Ugh.. that was exhausting.."

You stomped to your room, the stress from your day accumulating. As you walked in, you froze in shock, your bag dropping with a loud sound.

"..It was a dare I swear it."

Scaramouche was sitting under your small Christmas tree, his wrists and ankles wrapped up in expensive looking ribbon. His blue hair was partly tied up in a shiny purple ribbon too, pulled in a bow. His face was all red, looking away and looking like he was awfully angry at your wall.