Scaramouche was good at anything and everything he did. He was always able to adapt and learn rather quickly, easily picking up on new skills and hobbies. His favourite thing to do was play guitar, but he would never let you watch him play.

One day you went over to his house. His mom Ei let you in, and you heard the sound of his electric guitar. You peeked through the crack in his door as he played, his hair falling over his eyes.

“I know you’re there,” he sighed, looking up. “C’mere dork.”