How did you end up in this situation?

Well.. you were hiding from Tartaglia. You had long forgotten why by now, but still didn't want to risk getting caught.

"..Did you really have to drag me with you?" Scaramouche muttered, still salty that you had just grabbed his wrist and tugged him along. Really, it was his fault for trying to snitch on your first hiding spot. Now, you both go down together if you're caught.

Still.. you could feel the odd warmth radiating from him.