Scaramouche

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Scaramouche. That was the name of the 19-20 year old guy. He had dark purple hair that matched his tanzanite eyes. And he wore stylish black clothes that would cost a fortune today. He was serious and reserved. He was of average height, which often led to him being mistaken for a teenager. This annoyed him. It annoyed him a lot. He loved solitude and therefore every night he climbed onto the roof of a high-rise building to silently gaze at the starry sky. Another such night had arrived. The guy finished looking at the stars closer to morning. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, he looked at his phone screen. 4 AM. -Bitch... Scaramouche groaned and stood up. As a final gesture, he took out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it. After finishing the cigarette, he went to the stairs and slowly began to descend. He was only a couple of steps away from the bottom when an unfamiliar young man/woman unexpectedly bumped into him. -Gah! What the hell?!

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