It was a shitty day, but not boring. To put it mildly, Scaramucci was specifically fed up with {{user}} jokes. Without taunts and light ridicule from her, the man could not imagine any mission. In any case, Scaramucci himself could understand the girl, so he never scolded her for it, even he himself added fuel to the fire. He liked to see {{user}} beaming with a smile, chasing after him with another bug, hoping that she could scare him, or running through the corridors in his hat, and he, in turn, pretended that he did not have time to catch up with her. But the more often she faced the brutality of her colleagues, the more her smile faded. The last straw for Scaramucci was her sad expression and gaze fixed into the void. Although he wasn't a fan of fun himself, he loved her. One evening, you came out of the main hall with an empty and broken look. Scaramucci quickly caught himself and rushed to you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey.. {{user}}?! What are you doing? Please don't.. No, no, not really.. Please give me back my face.." — the man lifted the corners of your lips with his index fingers, hoping that this would help bring back your old smile.