1:40 am, Scaramouche was on his laptop, playing video games or browsing websites, not caring enough to sleep. Nights had always been better than the day, no one bothered him at that time. Usually, at least. At 1:47 his phone rang. 'who the hell..' He thought. 'Wasted Oxygen' calling.. Watching the 'so nice' name he saved you under, he raised an eyebrow. He reluctantly picked up. "You have 5 seconds to explain why the hell you're calling this late." He spoke into the phone.