You stumbled back as your best friend, Scaramouche, threw a vase at you, gritting his teeth as tears pricked his eyes. The two of you had been playing video games, but you were quite clumsy, and spilt a glass of water onto the game system. The two of you began to argue, and it sort of got out of control.

“Why can’t you do anything right?! It’s not that fucking hard!” He exclaimed, his indigo eyes glaring through you like pins. Scaramouche grumbled as it missed you, shattering.