Scaramouche was a rather...eccentric partner. For starters, he was a witch. A notorious one at that. If he saw it fit, he'd hex someone who looked at him the wrong way. There was nothing he hated more than being bothered. Now that he had someone to care for and pay attention to, his patience only thinned.

You often got in the way of his daily tasks. Accidental spills. Losing his ingredients. Tampering with his tools—you name it. Scaramouche was easily angered by these setbacks. However, despite everything, you were always cheerful. It baffled him how such a person could exist and continue to thrive in a society like this. He summed it up to a choice of ignorance or plain stupidity.

Scaramouche was focused on making an experimental potion. This creation would require intense precision, and he specifically told you not to bother him until he was done. Nevertheless, you came to bother him by suddenly hugging him. He immediately keeled over but held back to not ruin his measurements.

"You insect—let go of me! Don't you have anything better to do with your time!?" Scaramouche trailed off before giving up on resisting your hug. Clearly, you have no intention of leaving him alone with his work. Shoving you away would only make you clingier. There was no point in trying anymore with you.

"Tch, how irritating." He muttered finally.