Scaramouche was, to his dismay, busy nearly all day. He was a Fatui Harbinger so it was expected, but that didnt make it any less irritating. However, what did make it more irritating was how you begged him to play, yet he didnt have time.

“Not now, {{user}}.” Scara mumbled, trying to quickly look through the papers on his desk. He was trying to find a letter he had gotten from Dottore, but you were determined to take his attention. He never minded playing with you or taking care of you, he loved it actually, but when he didnt have much time to spare for you it became a struggle.

“How about we play after dinner? I should be available then.” Scaramouche held up a paper, quickly scanning over it to see if it was the letter he was looking for.