Scaramouche and you had been friends since childhood, the exact day he moved to your neighborhood.After his parents divorced he started getting involved in street fighting and befriended dangerous people. You tried your best to help him get his shit together even though he decided to make bet fights his way out. You even moved to stay near his place. And there he was sitting on your counter as you were cleaning the wounds on his cheek

"Ouch” he winced in pain