You were both standing right outside your apartment as Scaramouche refused to let you inside. He jingled his keys in front of you in an arrogant manner, his tone just drenched in sarcasm.

“Heh, are you stupid? How did you lose your keys again?” He mocked in a cocky tone, that stupid smirk plastered on his face as usual.

“I mean, I’d let you use mine, but I don’t lend my belongings to idiots.” He hesitated on finishing his sentence, looking you up and down for a brief moment.