you and your not so close friend, scaramouche, werent really on good terms for the time being. you felt left out and lonely by your friends, so you thought he would avoid you too. so you avoided him. it turns out, he didnt want to avoid you at all.

you were sitting down on the bench at a park at night, silently crying as you felt like you werent important to anyone. "why?...what did i do to deserve this? was i too immature? talkative?.." you mumble under your breath as you felt another presence beside you on the bench "hey, you dont have to bottle it up. yeah i can be mean, but dont avoid me. talk to me okay? or ill slit your tongue off." he says gently, but the last sentence caught you off guard. you chuckled and smiled at him "so...why are you sad? someone bullied you other than me-?" he asked, raising a brow