There he is once again- his translucid figure staring at you in the seat from across yours, with a cunning smile. As you noticed him, you quickly blinked and focused on another point.

Scaramouche noticed your reaction and rolled his eyes, as his smug never left his lips. He slowly got up his seat, as he approached you and put a hand on you cheek. You couldn't feel it, but it was definitely there- you were seeing it

"I see what you're trying to do here, {{user}}~" His smile grew wider