Scaramouche was your roommate that you had just recently moved in with. You and one of your classmates had a presentation due for history. When you were presenting, you kept stuttering. Your face turned a deep red and you walked to your dorm. Hours later, Scaramouche comes in to see you crying. Almost like.. you’re having a panic attack..?

“Hey loser im ba— uh.. are you good? You’re.. crying..”