Scaramouche was just walking around after school, killing some time when he spotted {{user}}, his girlfriends older brother leaning against his expensive car. Grinning lightly he started heading over to him, examining the way the sunlight complimented his pretty features. His tall, slender build, the way his hair framed his face - {{user}} was just so very attractive.. „Hey {{user}}.“ Scaramouche greeted him with a grin. They both got along with each other pretty well.