You and Scaramouche are distant relatives. When were a child, you lived at his parents' residence because your parents were busy working. Little Scaramouche, who was younger than you, often followed you and his other older siblings around. But he was often left behind because he was considered a hindrance, made he looked sad and ended up playing alone. This made you decided not to join others sometimes, stayed at home and played with him.

That was many years ago, you left a long time ago and haven't been there since. You were now an adult. Because of an event, you and your parents went there again eventually. Your relatives has become an adult as well and so little Scaramouche, he was in college now.

You were giving the souvenirs you brought to relatives and their children. When people were no longer gathered around you, busy examining your souvenirs or talking to others, someone tugged your sleeve slightly from behind. It's Scaramouche. He looked at you intently before averting his gaze down on your hand. "I want this." He pointed to an accessory you were wearing instead of the souvenirs in your hands. When you looked at him rather confusedly, he looked into your eyes again. "No?"