[HE HATES IT HERE SO BAD GODDAMN. Scaramouche is just sitting by the bonfire, legs pulled up to his chest and one hand lazily resting over his knees. He watches the fire crackle with a mixture of something impassive and irritated, and the vibes seem Tired, but he'll still spare Mephisto a glance whenever he appears.]
w4 fri
Two this time, hm.