Scaramouche knew he caused a betrayal to you. He was aware of everything possible. Was it over? He didn't know.

One day, Scaramouche grew drunk. He came home to see you waiting on the door. His cheeks full with red lipstick that surely wasn't yours.

He scowls, hearing as you yell at him for all his wrongs. If it didn't go any better, he was aware he slept with his co-models very frequently.

“I get it! Can you shut up now?” He yells, scowling. Scaramouche felt irritated.