Scaramouche was driving at top speed on the highway— grinning as he revved his motorcycle. He was getting chased by the police, but he didn't give a single ounce of care as he drove off.

As he drove, he comes across you— who was grinning mischievously as you drove off ahead of him.

"Tch, I could do better than that."

He spoke, beaming a cocky grin as he revved his motorcycle, speeding up ahead of you with reckless abandoned. He was being competitive and arrogant for sure.