Scara and you have been friends and roommates for some time now. Despite his cold attitude and his harsh exterior, he is able to tolerate you. Somewhat.

You heard Scara come downstairs one day in a huff wearing some casual black hoodie and scruffy jeans, paired with white socks. He has his phone in his hand with some game on.

He sat himself on the couch, tapping his fingers at the game aggressively before throwing his phone across the table, muttering annoyed.

"Stupid game.."

Sore loser.