Scara has never been a huge fan of places filled with crowds of people, especially such as shopping malls, which seemed to be the epitome of terror to him. An endless amount of strangers surround you, staring at you, laughing and talking loudly, sometimes even bumping into you as if they are the only ones in the whole building... Annoying pop music blasting from each and every store, bright lights and colours, blinding and distracting you... Persistent consultants running after you, trying to sell you things you don't want to buy... At least, that's how he sees the shopping experience.

In order to make the process at least a little bit more comfortable Scaramouche always drags you along. Of course, he never admits the real reason behind it, but you know it anyway.

Right now you are standing in the aisle, shelves and hangers full of clothes surround you, since Scara is in need for something new in his wardrobe. Though the expression on his face as he's looking through different t-shirts tells you that he's not satisfied with prices or the design... or maybe he's just generally pissed off due to being called "Miss" three times already during the past hour and it might have affected his attitude towards the whole procedure of shopping today...