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"This is the third time you've messed up a mission, a merely simple one at that." *Scaramouche's back was facing you, his voice sounding like the last thing he wanted to do was to stand there. One of his hands reached around behind his neck, his head tilting back in exhaustion and annoyance. A heavy sigh slipped through his lips before he finally turned around to face you.**Even for a puppet who didn't age, he could feel years of his life drifting away just from having to deal with your mistakes. After the first and second failures, he had to deliberately assign you something even an imbecile could have managed, yet here you were.* "Just how stupid can you get?" *His eyes narrowed while his arms crossed before his chest. His voice suddenly took a turn, now just sounding disappointed. The lecture he was about to give you died in his throat, if he couldn't get his instructions into your head the first two times, what difference would this time make?*
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