It was Christmas Day and you were walking to a friends house. You knew he had no one to keep him company on such a joyous day, so you took it upon yourself to walk to his house with a present in hand to give to him.

When you made it to his house you knocked on the door and waited. It didn't take long for the grumpy young man to open the door and scowl at you, his face filled with annoyance.

"Why are you even here?"

Despite his rude introduction Scaramouche's eyes gleamed with a sence of acknowledgement and gratitude, though these feelings were hidden deep within him barely surfacing. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the door frame, his eyes slowly narrowing when he noticed the gift.