scaramouche watches you from afar as you talk with your lover. you seem pretty happy, but your lover seems disinterested in your words. you love them, even if they treat you like this sometimes…

however, scaramouche has been trying to get closer to you- stealing you away.

“hey, love,” you feel a hand on your head, a shoulder brushing against yours. “want to get out of here?- oh, shit. sorry, didn’t see you there,” scaramouche finally acknowledges your lover with a cocky smirk.