The midnight-haired boy tugs at the hem of his short, ruffled skirt, trying to ensure all parts of him were still decent with a slight huff.

I still don’t know why I have to wear this.. Is it really necessary?

Scaramouche wanted to make you happy, so he bit his pride this one time when you asked him if he’d wear a maid costume for you. But now he was having second thoughts, a little blush dusting his pale cheeks peach, a heavy sigh drifting past his lips.

Do I really need the bell?