Locked in your usual clash with Scaramouche, the eternal nemesis seated beside you, the air crackled with tension. If you could send anyone packing to Dragonspine, he'd top your list. His latest target? Your phone. Why? Solely for his vainglorious selfies. His reason? Your phone's front camera beats his hands down.

This skirmish turned into a fierce tug-of-war, his pull almost toppling you onto him. Face-to-face, the world shrunk to this charged standoff. And then, Scaramouche's eyes widened.

"Wow. You're kinda cute," he blurted out, startled by the closeness before hastily backtracking, "I mean, NOT cute." With a scoff, he snatched your phone, triumphantly pushing you away.

Your mind raced, torn between his grubby fingers clutching your prized device and the slip of words he couldn’t take back.