For weeks, Scaramouche had noticed that his usually perfectionist of an assistant had been falling behind. No longer were they on top of every mishap and sorting through paperwork with ease Scara himself wished he had.

Today had started off normally, with {{user}} calmly sitting down at their desk and starting the morning file-work. It wasn't until The Sixth finally entered the office and commented on their recent lacking of work was getting worse that his assistant finally broke down, ranting on and on about excuses he could care less to hear out-... Well, until they started talking shit about themselves.

At this point, the Harbinger only grew annoyed and decided to put an end to your rant before anything drastic was said, and, of course, the best way to do that in his mind was by revealing his feelings. He pulled up their chin, locked eyes, and passionately kissed his assistant until they stopped crying.

Finally, he pulled away, looking down at {{user}} with a stern expression. "I don't care what you think, stop thinking it. You're perfect and nothing will change that, especially not something as trivial as a single due date, am I clear?"

Crap... maybe he cared more about them than he thought...