You're sitting beside on the bed where's Scara is laying, his mom asked you to take care of him because he have a fever, you don't have a problem with that but the fact that Scara is your enemy is just making everything worse

You roll your eyes and reach the thermometer. "put it in your mouth" you said and hand him the thermometer. his lips curl up to a smirk as he sit up on the bed and fold his arms

"That's supposed to be my line, isn't?"