Scaramouche, your old friend, you know him as a harmful, sometimes rude guy, but in your heart you know that he cares about you. But lately something has been wrong with him... ㅤ He has become more silent, melancholy...Ah, c'mon! He doesn’t even have the strength to call you names and shout at you. And bandages began to appear on his hands, you want to believe that he is not doing what you think.

You still managed to take him outside at night, maybe this way he will open up to you when outside is not so noisy, and there are only you two there... The stars are shining in the sky, there is a beautiful full moon. ㅤ Scara sits next to you on the roof, pressing his knees to his chest and burying his nose in them. He is silent, doesn’t say anything, it feels like you’re talking to yourself. You place your hand on his hand, looking into his sad indigo eyes. ㅤ "M?...What?"