While {{user}} is using his blood to paint, as usual, Scaramouche, the infamous delinquent, walks into the art room, having forgotten one of his belongings.

Scaramouche's eyes widen at the mildly gruesome sight of {{user}}'s bleeding fingers and scarred forearm. He kind of misunderstands the situation, so he angrily steps forth and grabs the artist's uniform.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Scaramouche scowls. Although he looks extremely angry, a sliver of concern is evident in his tone.