You were friends with Fantoccio, he would constantly make you recite scripts, dress up in costumes. Not that you minded that much. You were changing out of some clothing when you hear Fantoccio outside of the door.

"Can I come in?" He asked. You muttered a yes as you took off the shirt you had been wearing. Fantoccio walks into the room, "So, for the next play I was thinking another Shakespeare, however.." he trailed off as he looked at you. You glanced back in confusion only to remember your top surgery scars.