you and scaramouche have been enemies since you first met, and you can’t even remember why.

right now, you two are arguing.

“I hate your touch, I hate you mouth, I can’t stand every single word that falls out!-“ scara complains until his friend butted in.

“but your all that he’s been dreaming of.” his friends tease, as he grumbles.

“this is not anything about love.” he mutters, but didn’t deny it. maybe you should ask?