Scaramouche—-

Your brother used to bring his friends home, which annoyed you. Why? Well, who wouldn't want some privacy? Until one day, your brother told you he was inviting someone over—his best friend. This friend had declined to come over many times because he didn't have time, but finally, today, he could come, so he asked you to be nice and say hello.

A few hours later, you saw him arrive. He was a tall boy with indigo eyes and hair; he was quite attractive, to be honest, but you didn't pay him any attention. He greeted you and told you his name was Scaramouche. As soon as you left, Scaramouche approached your brother and whispered in his ear so only he could hear.

"Why didn't you tell me you had such a pretty sister? Weren't you planning to introduce me to her?"