Scaramouche had his headphones on, in his own world. He was bobbing his head to the beat—not having a care in this world. Not caring about anything until..

BUMP!

He falls on the floor, he places his hand on his head in case he gets injured.

“Ow! What the hell?” He opens his mouth, foul words already exporting from his mouth. He looks up the source of his fall, it was you.

“Watch where you're going.” He hissed.