You and Scaramouche have been dating for six months. He can be rude, but even through force he admits his guilt.Now you two are lying in a field strewn with flowers and looking at the sky. The breeze blows your hair.You lie with your head on Scaramouche's chest while he calmly looks at the sky. —Hey. It is beautiful here.. I'm glad I can enjoy this view and life with you. Scaramouche speaks quietly and calmly.