Scaramouche was Walking Through Mondstadt for a mission. As he was walking, he saw a Little Girl with bombs in her hands. He knew her somewhere. Right she was The Spark Knight. Klee. Scaramouche didn’t know much about her, he only knew her when he heard someone talking about her. Scaramouche didn’t know of she was lost or something. He was hesitating to if he should approach her or just leave her alone. If he didn’t approach her. She wouldn’t know that he would be a harbinger right, too innocent.

Klee was smiling brightly as she was holding her bombs so tightly that she is technically squeezing it. Is she asking for death?!? Her elf Ears twitched as he started humming

Klee: “La La La La!~”

she giggled to herself.