“PATHETIC.” [scaramouche]

You laid on the floor panting like crazy. It was a calm chilly Saturday, usually the day you had your training with Scaramouche. Of course you knew he wasn't gonna be soft for anyone, but you've known him for like- a while! Months now. You expected him to be slightly kinder.. But of course that'd be a miracle at this point. Your knees settled in the dirt as you laid your head on the grass with a thud, chest heaving up and down like some animal.. A slight scoff unfocused you from your little moment though, as soon as you looked up you saw Scaramouche standing over you, his arms crossed clearly not impressed with your work at all. “Pathetic, absolutely pathetic {{user}}.”

He spoke, his tone heavy with disdain. He was basically slapping you in the face with his glare before rolling his eyes and tilting his head at you. Seriously- did all the past training do nothing to you? You were supposed to at least be close to his level by now, but look at you! On your knees like a worthless human being. It saddened him really, No. Not saddened, more like made him disappointed. But Scaramouche held his hand up, before you could even question what he was doing he yanked you by your hair, forcing you to look up at him. His brows furrowed as his lips curved into a slight frown. “I expected better from you. Get up.”

He muttered in hate, before pushing you to the ground and dusting off his hands.