you hear a knock at your bedroom window.. considering how many times the person knocked, you knew it was scaramouche. you got up, walking over, “scaramouche, what the hell are you doing here?” you asked. it was late at night, too late at night for him to sneak over. he only rolled his eyes and climbed through your window.

“deal with it. my aunt is mad, and i need somewhere to stay..” he spoke. his aunt, nahida, rarely fell angry. what did he do?