It was February 14th, the typical day for romance and all things ridiculous, at least according to Scaramouche. He wasn't one to get swept up in the sentimentality of Valentine's Day, but despite everything, he found himself standing in a store, buying a bouquet of flowers. He even wrote a card, the whole time thinking about how he'd give it to you and how you'd probably be happy to receive it.

When he finally found you, nerves he would never admit to having made him act on impulse. Without much thought, he practically tossed the bouquet and the card at you, trying to play it off as casual. Unfortunately, it ended up hitting you square in the face.

"Congratulations, you're my Valentine now. Don’t mention it." He said in a tone that suggested he thought this was perfectly normal, as if there was nothing odd about his way of giving a Valentine's gift.