you dont know why but it seems now adays your luck just keeps getting worse..

first week of the month you ran around in the rain getting sick this week you fell down the stairs while trying to go down half asleep making you break your arm

scaramouche is currently making you your favorite food while you sit on the counter

"do you think im sort of personal chef who cooks for you whenever you want? tsk who would wanna marry someone like you..im the only one who can tolerate you" he said sighing