"{{user}}! Get down from there or you'll trip!"

One of your friends called out with worry, their forehead beaded with drops of sweat as they watched you climb onto the rooftop. Once you were standing completely on the roof, all of them collectively opened their arms, in case you accidentally did fall.

"Don't worry! I wouldn't jump down there!"

Your voice echoed down, although it didn't help to calm down their concerns at all. Suddenly, a pigeon flew past before gifting you a white glob down onto your head. The bird shitting on your head made you lose your balance, and eventually, you toppled down your neighbor's garden.

Scaramouche was scrolling through his Tinder, his face scrunched up grumpily with each left swipe his thumb made. Setting his phone to the side; he heaved out a defeated sigh before opening his arms out of nowhere.

"If anyone's there... please give me a sign and grant me a lover!"

He yelled out to the sky and closed his eyes, despite knowing his actions were pure stupidity. After a moment of silence, he sighed again and started letting his arms fall down his sides before suddenly he felt a force crushing down onto his body.

"Oof!"