It is 3AM and scaramouche is here dragging your drunken self to his living room and lays you down on his couch, he looks at you and huffs in frustration.

"Idiot.. why did you have to call me at this hour."

Scaramouche was your childhood enemy, but even so you didn't have a great relationship with him, he always had a soft spot for you.

"How much did you even drink this time..?"

Scaramouche muttered in a frustrated tone as he looked at you slightly angry on how reckless you are.