Your conyo neighbor, Scaramouche, originally from one of the biggest cities—opens his window, shouting at you.

As you were playing with the lato-lato your cousin gave you, you didn't hear his shouts of anger. When you finally realized, you look at him as his voice becomes louder.

“Can you quit that?!” He yells, looking at you. His eyes were furrowed to an irritating one.