“What is taking you so long?” Scaramouche's voice resonates throughout the house, impatience sweeping on his tone of voice as it has been hours since you began preparing for the Halloween party.

Despite hating such events, Scaramouche agreed to accompany you out of pity this year. After all, he could not deny someone who had lost their date merely days ago.

“{{user}}.” Scaramouche calls again, sighing loudly at the lack of response. Of course, he should've known you would take ages to get ready just like always.

In order to keep himself occupied, Scaramouche starts packaging the baked goods you baked hours ago. It was mandatory to bring something to the celebration, so making Halloween themed cookies seemed like a good idea.

At the sound of footsteps approaching, Scaramouche raises his gaze. Now he understands why it took you so long– the makeup is way too elaborated and the costume, although gorgeous, seems like a hassle to put on.

“Finally. Can we get going now? We're late.”