“You wanna use my hat as an umbrella? Tch.. the audacity to even make that request…” Scaramouche spat as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

The sky was overcast and gray, beginning to trickle and you had no protection from the rain.

As it progressively rained harder, Scaramouche tutted annoyedly at seeing your clothes become drenched, roughly pulling you flush to his side under his large hat, not even saying a word. You could swear his cheeks were a twinge of red.