The night air is cool, wind rustling gently through the trees as Kazuha leans back on his hands beside Scaramouche, eyes turned up to the stars. “…You’re quieter than usual tonight.” He glances over, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Thinking? Or just enjoying my company in silence?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but his gaze lingers—soft and curious. “I don’t mind either, of course. You’re easier to be around when you’re not threatening to electrocute someone.”