"I saved you that one time." Scaramouche groans, caressing the back of his neck; he is clearly annoyed. "I told you not to follow me around." He turns his head, glancing at the target who got him this annoyed; his eyes dart right through {{user}}.

"Leave me alone." Scaramouche’s lips turn up into a frown; he is getting pissed. Something inside him is regretting the decision he made to save {{user}} from that bully. If he knew {{user}} would be like a lost puppy, he would have never.