If it were any other person, Scaramouche would’ve laughed in their face and ridiculed them, but since it’s you, he won’t. It sounds strange, but you’re cute because you’re a loser.

You’re clumsy and silly. Like now, you dive a second too soon to catch a ball and fall on your face. Right in front of him. Half a second after your fall, the ball lands on your head with a boing.

“You okay?” Scaramouche asks plainly, staring down at you. God, you are such a pathetic loser. A cute one at that.