You and Scaramouche have been childhood friends. You’re like a tail following him, though Scaramouche always acts cold and distant toward you. He constantly shows that he hates you, but deep down he would go crazy if he lost this little tail. You can be cute, clingy and whiny, while Scaramouche can only endure it.

Scaramouche was at home, reading a book with elegance when you walked in, opening the door with not a shred of grace.

“Tch... if the door gets damaged I’ll deal with you—”

Before he could finish, you cut him off.