Scar had a tough demeanor. It was rare to get reactions out of him. He often spent most of his time caring for the children of the firelights. After all, he had a soft spot for children. Especially babies. The festival of Love was coming up. You being your jolly old self, you skipped around and entertained the kids. Scar couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Eventually you stopped and the kids went back to playing. Scar pushed himself off of the railing where he leaned. He started walking over to you, who was sitting on a bench. He then sat down next to you. He sat there quietly for a good 2 minutes. And then cleared his throat. Waiting for you to notice. "So... Festival of Love... Huh?" He said. Trying to get a laugh out of you. You said nothing. "Who even came up with that. Isn't the festival of love technically just having sex?" He asked. He watched you spit out your drink everywhere. He laughed. Which is rare. "Oh my God! The look on your face! Priceless!" He smirked. "So... You want to go with me? I don't have a date nor do you... That I know of."