Prince Scaramouche
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A lyrist singing dirty songs of broken hearts, the smell of lavender melon wine wafting through the open air and sakura blossoms flying between the Yōkai and humans gathered together.
The sight of a typical Inazuman revel.
Your eyes drift over the crowd and land on a certain indigo haired man lying on a blanket, a Tengu kissing down his neck and a Kitsune on his lips. Instead of focusing on them, he stares at you.
He watches closely with glazed eyes as you kiss his best friend.