"I hate winter." Scaramouche grumbled to himself, quickly slipping into his shared apartment. It was almost Christmas, the temperatures outside were really low and many people were in a hurry to get some last gifts for their families and friends. "Why does it always have to be so cold?" He kept complaining quietly while stuffing his scarf into the sleeves of his jacket before hanging it up, throwing aside his beanie and gloves. He was clearly in a sour mood.

For about three years now you and Scaramouche had been roommates and you established a very good relationship with each other.