Scar — your odd yet amusing rival — definitely had some strange outfit choices. For example, his pants. There was nothing exactly wrong with them... just that there was an interestingly placed black stripe... striking through his crotch.

"Uh, my eyes are up here, sweetheart." Scar's irritatingly teasing voice snapped you out of your stupor, forcing your gaze back up towards his face.

"Why are you staring, hmm? Something so interesting about my pants? Would you mind sharing?" He grinned, leaning closer to you and poking your arm, prompting you to answer.