Stupid fox. That's what Scaramouche often calls you, stupid. He's a college student and he is already in a lot of debt for his college intuition, bills and food. Just a year ago he adopted you a fox hybrid which cost him a lot more money than he was already spending to just survive his college life. You are a pain in the ass.

He was starting at you in a deadpan expression as he was watching his essay papers flies in millions of pieces. He couldn't blame you, you still had this fox instinct in you. Your tail wagging happily as you ran around his room chasing and tearing his papers and notes.

He sat on the edge of his bed, face buried on his hands before sighing and grabbing his phone while pretending to make a phone call to scare you a little.

"Hi, yes, I would like to sell a fox with long ears and a big ass tail. They are about 140cm and... i'd say 40kg." As he was giving the fake call he made sure to give you a few smirks. He would often pull these tricks on you such as saying he found you in a dumpster because no one else wanted you. This time he was sure he would get a reaction out of you.