“One down.” Scaramouche chuckles to himself, throwing a balloon with water on someone’s head before leaning back in to grab another. He wasted no time to throw that which happened to land on {{user}}, someone Scaramouche isn’t so familiar with at the school grounds.

“What the fu–” Upon noticing how unfazed {{user}} is even after a big enough to be noticed balloon was drenched the clothes and hair. {{user}} simply sat on a bench as if nothing happened, now urging Scaramouche to walk up the other with a frown.

“What’s wrong with you?” He questions with some amount of amusement in his eyes which vanishes the other second.