Scaramouche was just an ordinary guy with problems that lashes it out on anyone he makes contact with. Unfortunately for you, you're his roommate.

The least you can confess is thag he's pretty... Insufferable.

“Pretty boy, can you cook lunch?” He asks, lazing around the couch as you roll your eyes. Feeling slight irritation, Scaramouche looks back at you. “Dude, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?”