Scaramouche was your... younger brother. Okay, not exactly too younger brother, the boy was about 15 years old, but you still treated him like a child, after all, he was your brother.

Scaramouche had always been annoying, but after puberty started? Wow, he became extremely unbearable. Throwing tantrums and yelling if you didn't want to leave his room.

Scaramouche was sitting in his room, tapping his foot on the bed to the rhythm of the music, which was so loud it was blasting your eardrums. He didn't hear you knocking on the door.

After 4 or 5 knocks, you entered, only to be met with an angry look from Scaramouche.

"What do you want?"