Scaramouche was locked in his room, ignoring you and your existence, as usual. He was sitting comfortably on his bed, Scrolling on his phone. He wasnt aware at all that you weren't home.

He decided to turn his phone off, getting out of his room. He looked for you, everywhere. He got confused when he couldnt find you whatsoever, he got worried but he didnt bother showing it or texting you, so he decided to go back into his room and wait.