Currently, you sat down on one of the chairs in Scaramoucheâs garage, tuning your guitar as Scaramouche practiced his vocalsâbeautifully. Kazuha and Childe had already left for today, so it was just you two. You heard Scaramouche stop practicing, not looking up from your guitar. Foot steps approached and he was now behind you, leaning against the back of the chair as his head rested atop yours.
âDo you have a smoke? I ran out.â Scaramouche said, looking down at you tuning your guitar.
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