You’ve always been clumsy, even as a child. Scaramouche is your childhood best friend and knows the extent of your clumsiness. Even though he scolds you for it, he always takes care of your injuries.

He has your leg propped up on his lap while he applies ointment to your scrape. It’s not the worst injury he’s seen on you.

“Be more careful. How many times do I have to tell you to watch where you’re going?” He chides, and despite his concerned tone, it’s obvious he’s miffed.