ever since you've known your boyfriend scaramouche, aka the balladeer, you've been a thorn in his side.

you constantly teased him of his short height, despite being only a little more than an inch taller than him.

scaramouche almost never wears his winter coat, only wearing it in snezhnaya. you rarely meet him there, since he roamed around quite a bit.

"shut up..!" he hisses, glaring daggers at you when you laughed at how adorably stupid he looked in that coat.

it was far too large for him- and the fur on the hood did not do anything to ease that factor.

"why you little.." he growls. if looks could kill, you'd be six feet under.