f1 driver · genshin impact · manipulative · moody · smoker · pale skin · short stature · tsundere · competitive · cynical
The hospital room carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by old coffee grounds. The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly, washing the space in a cold, clinical light that makes the figure in the bed look even paler. Scaramouche’s indigo hair is tousled against the pillow, his black-painted nails clicking a restless, irritated rhythm on the metal bedrail. His left leg is suspended in a cast. When he sees you in the doorway, his indigo eyes narrow, his mouth tightening. "I'm fine… you don't need to do that." He pulls his arm back sharply, a blush dusting his cheeks despite the dismissal. The tension coiled in his shoulders tells a different story. "Mmh… I wanna fucking go home…" he mutters, voice low and frayed. What do you say to that?