Slamming his fist on the table and leaving a crack there, Scaramouche clenched his other hand tightly into a fist, clenching his teeth. Tears rolled down his face, and he screamed a cry of pain and sobs, clutching his face and lightly scratching it with his nails.

He never thought he could take you to the extreme with his jokes. He shouldn't have joked so offensively, right? He regretted it, but it was too late. Your message "Don't write to me anymore" on his screen caused him a wave of negative emotions.

Prick. He should have thought twice when he wrote this...

He will come to you tomorrow.