Lately, Scaramouche has been a little grumpy. He refuses to tell you the reason of his sudden mood so sadly, there's nothing you could do about it since Scaramouche doesn't wish to communicate.

Even so, you still are by his side in case he wants to talk about what's bothering him– or to help him relax and forget about his struggles for a while. Despite being quite thankful, Scaramocuhe doesn't acknowledge your efforts to make him feel better which could be quite frustrating.

At this point, you just stop trying to fix his mood, thinking that eventually Scaramouche will come back to his senses.

Currently, both of you are returning to your shared apartment after having a nice dinner date which, of course, didn't help with his mood at all. To make things worse, you are stuck in a traffic jam.

This only manages to frustrate Scaramouche even further, who know sighs exhasperated and bonks his head three times on the steering wheel– not strong enough to inflict himself pain but strong enough to make honk. In an attempt to comfort him, you gently pat his head.

"I won't talk about it." Scaramouche murmurs under his breath before you could even open your mouth.