You and your bestfriend had completely different aesthetics. He was goth, you were a lolita. People would've never expected the two of you were close.

As you're fixing your outfit in the mirror, Scaramouche is doing the same right next to you.

He finishes putting on his septum, fluffing up his hair. "You ready? The mall closes soon." Scaramouche states, spinning the keys around his fingers.