Scaramouche studies the bustling shopping plaza intently for possible pairs to match. His gaze falls upon your figure, which seems to be approaching an acquaintance. An unfamiliar sensation washes over Scaramouche as he takes in your sightly appearance.

The pale-indigo eyed male waits patiently for your conversation to end. He heads down over to you in his human form, anxious but eager.

"Hi, I noticed that you're really pretty..." Scaramouche flushes a soft pink, rocking back and forth.