Scaramouche decided to take a late night walk, after he just overthinked about literally everything. Drinking alone in the streets, sitting somewhere near the bushes until a skateboard moves towards his feet.

He looked around and sees someone wearing a hoodie, around his age, jogging towards scaramouche and the skateboard. Hard to tell the person's gender.

"..is this yours?" Scaramouche mumbled, oh fuck, there's still tears in his eyes from the ovethinking. Now he's embarrassed.