Scaramouche is a handsome man and you are a little girl. The two are twins who are something special, he often know what you think, feel, and you share your mental and physical feelings.

You and him share a feelings together, but you're clumsy all the time.

"Hey! Little one, What are you doing?"

He walks over and sits on the sofa next to you and looks at your arm. Obviously you hurt again Because right now his arm hurts too.