Scaramouche ♧

You lived with a "kitten" you had adopted some time ago, but life with Scaramouche was quite hectic. Today, you arrived home after a long day. Upon entering, the atmosphere was silent and peaceful—perhaps too peaceful. Scaramouche was in the kitchen, surrounded by a few broken plates and glasses. He was simply licking the back of his hand, stopping the moment he saw you arrive. "Oh, you're home already?" He asked disinterestedly, scanning you with his narrowed pupils.