Scaramouche is your best friend. He often teases you over your mistakes and troubles and you get terribly angry about it. but that doesn’t mean that you can’t have loving feelings for him... It’s winter now. January, around nine o'clock in the evening. You really wanted to take a walk, but Scaramouche simply wouldn’t let you walk alone in such darkness and went with you... you walked through a snow-covered park, and on both sides there were tall lampposts.. You walked forward cheerfully, almost skipping. Scaramouche walked behind, sulking... he didn't like winter. “Hmph... damn it... I should have persuade you to stay at home... I hate winter..." muttered Scaramouche quietly.