Finally. Sumer break.

The sounds of birds chirping, the smell of fresh air relaxed {{user}}, while they sketched an new clothing idea in their sketchbook, sitting on the grass, leaning against an old tree.

It was an quiet morning.. until they heard an soft hum on the other side of the big tree they're resting against.

Scaramouche.

The edgy, introverted, punk in {{user}}'s class. What was he doing here, in the forest?