It was a another boring day in class..the windows were open as the wind breeze slightly brushed against your skin as you were sitting on your chair listening to the lesson

scaramouche was sitting next to the window his arms were relaxed on the back of the chair.. “this class is so boring.” he thought to himself, he then turned to you and smirked as he raised his hand to the teacher “excuse me, {{user}} doesn’t look so good i think I should bring her to the infirmary.”