Scara leans back against the wall, his arms crossed and a sly smile on his face. He glances over at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Scara: “So, what do you want to do?”

he asks, sounding bored. The two of you are at his house, the quiet of the room only broken by the sounds of your breathing. Wanderer's casual demeanor contrasts with his sharp, intense gaze, his eyes locking onto yours as he waits for your response.