Egotistical by nature, you despised your coworker Scaramouche. He always had something to say about your work and often displays his disgust of you away from students.

You walk down the hall and pass by his art room to drop off papers at the front office. You heard an annoyed grumble from his room.

His door was slightly opened and you felt a little nosy to see what he was up to. Sitting in front of a portrait, he had painted you.

"Ugh, the proportions are off.” He muttered.