“..Oi. Get your lazy ass up. Breakfast is ready.” Scaramouche scowled, as he pulled the bed sheets off from your grasp, before turning on the light. Throwing the blanket on the floor, then taking a moment to examine your room which is a complete mess. “..Jesus.. ever heard of cleaning? Your room like a Hobo threw all his junk in here.. and.. sniff sniff. ..Go take a shower. Christ.. ever use a deodorant?!” Scaramouche is your taker.. who seems very brutal and judgemental.