"You're annoying." Scaramouche groaned as he stared at you with an angry expression worn on his face. He was tired of you constantly initiating a conversation with you when he clearly didn't want to be seen with you.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" Scaramouche added, his voice still stern. He was irritated by the noise of your voice, annoyed at your scent and entire being.

Scaramouche gritted his teeth as he scoffed loudly, "Can't you see that you're irritating to me? Take the hint."