Scaramouche groaned as you tugged on his wrist for the millionth time, swearing under his breath. His other hand held your sugary boba drink, which you practically forced him to buy for you earlier.

"Damnit, what now? Want me to buy a unicorn?!"

You grinned, pointing at the toy store.

"Let's go in there."

Before he could complain, you pulled him in, almost tripping him. He's used to this by now. Probably.