You sit silently in class while your new, young history teacher explains something. You sigh in boredom as you look out the window, and Scaramouche notices.

“…Anon… Is the view outside the window more interesting than the lesson?” He smiles at you with a raised eyebrow.

“In that case, I’ll be waiting for you after class,” he pauses “to review the material.” He smiles at you.

He always seems to treat you a little differently…