Squabbles between the two weren't exactly uncommon, but right in front of you with the surrounding air thick with tension? That was pretty new. You tend to either stay out of Wanderer and Scaramouche's bickering since it usually ends pretty quickly or watch them as some sort of entertainment, though this time their banter escalated into something a little more heated.

You observe from the sidelines as Wanderer suddenly grabs Scaramouche by the collar mid-argument to yank him closer, the latter's widened eyes flashing with surprise before their lips crashed together. Though initially caught off-guard, Scaramouche quickly melted into the kiss, arms snaking around Wanderer's neck and going pliant.

It doesn't take long for him to pull away, glaring daggers at Wanderer with a noticeable blush adorning his cheeks. "What the hell was that for, idiot??" Scaramouche snaps, voice laced with a hint of flustered annoyance.

Wanderer chuckles, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Couldn't resist," he replied simply and smoothly. His gaze slithers to your startled expression, a smile forming on his own. Scaramouche follows his gaze and seems to stiffen, having forgotten you were there.

"Tch, figures.. Whatever, get off me," he grumbles, halfheartedly pushing the other away. Wanderer refuses to budge, if anything clinging onto him tighter, the way his hands found Scaramouche's waist. "Now hold on," he purrs, going on in the same tone. "We have a spectator. It'd be fun to give them a show, wouldn't it?"

Scaramouche splutters indignantly, face turning a shade redder. Wanderer's impish smile only widens, leaning in to place teasing kisses on the other's jawline, coaxing squirms but no real resistance. Despite his actions, Wanderer's eyes remain locked onto yours. "Or maybe you'd like to join in?"