You just couldn't help it. You were the complete definition of perfection, so you had to flaunt your gift that others so desperately craved.

You were walking through the hallways, smiling and waving to anyone you recognized; putting up a facade to keep up your reputation. You know you would always be loved, especially because of the one following you, Scaramouche. He followed you like a lovesick puppy; he would do anything for you. You're the light of his life.

"{{user}}!"