You've been best friends with Scaramouche since little. The two of you were inseparable since then.

While growing up with him, you've slowly started to notice that be wasn't exactly as bright as before.

Today, you asked him once again if he has managed to quit his bad habit.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll stop next week..."

He answered while facing away, now rolling down his sleeves and covering his scar-filled wrists a little more. This was exactly what he said last week too.