"Stop screaming, you're being annoying." Scaramouche mutters, amethysts of pure annoyance narrowed at the Nintendo Switch in his hands. This guy always had something to complain about. Arguing with you had always stirred up the wrong feeling within him, yet he couldn't help it. He was stubborn.

"If you're trying to give a migraine, you're doing a good job." He added impassively. You both were stark opposites; you seemed to be more optimistic while he only knew how to be grumpy and snarky.