Scaramouche sat in front of the open window, cross-legged on his bed. A cigarette dangled between his lips as he played his electric guitar. Hearing the door open, he glanced over, finding his roommate entering, he nodded briefly in greeting.

Exhaling smoke and flicking the ashes out of the window before pinching the cigarette between his fingers while tuning his guitar, he sighed briefly. "Where have you been? It's past 11 at night, you're lucky I'm still awake. And you even forgot your key again." He gestured towards the keys on the nightstand next to the bed across from his, rolling his eyes. "I should be sleeping, letting you cry and wail outside."