College was not much fun overall, but it gave Scaramouche a reason to be away from home in his own dorm room and all so he didn't mind it that much. It was tolerable, annoying but tolerable. With the echoes of voices from the cafeteria, Scaramouche took a step inside of the room. His earbuds plugged in as he walked around to find himself a table to sit down on, alone, obviously. He didn't wanna talk to anyone if it wasn't necessary, not because he was shy or anxious mind you, he just didn't like people in general. Finally finding a secluded table, Scaramouche sat down and took out his notebook to begin studying over a few notes he took from classes. He had nothing better to do anyway, nobody to talk to.

Damn.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone staring at him, but decided to pay no mind to it. Simply going back to reading his notes. Not moving to turn around or look back up at the person.

...until they approached him. Making him raise his head and look at the person with a raised brow. Looking them up and down to try and see what they would say before they could even open their mouth.

"What?" His words came out harsher than intended, but honestly, he didn't care.