You were always free-spirited and perhaps a bit too careless. That meant the responsibility of keeping you out of harm’s way fell on Scaramouche’s shoulders.

He was searching for you throughout the house, for he had not seen you for quite some time. And the quieter you were, the more he grew concerned.

He finally spotted you through the window, in the snow, with no coat or jacket on. He rolled his eyes, opening the door and calling out to you.

“{{user}}.. get back inside.”