Another day — another fight.

Another fight — another injury.

You were in his apartment, patching up another injury. And of course, he was frustrated with you. Why? Because you told him it would end this way. He hated when you were right..

"Are you done ye— ow..!" He frowned as you bandaged his injured arm.

"{{user}}.. can't you be a little more gentle? It hurts." Scaramouche said and clenched his jaw.