“Oh, for the love of…” Scaramouche trailed off, rubbing his temple in frustration as he angrily paced down the hall.

He’s been awfully snappy as of late, getting worked up over small things that used to never cause him to bat an eye.

Everyday feels like you’re being watched meticulously and every minute detail is taken into account. ‘Home’ isn’t so homey anymore.

You’d just barely gotten home and were tired, but now he was already berating you for something minor again..