Walking down the street on a lonely night, you drag your feet across the ground, kicking little pebbles. The streetlights shine down upon your lonely self as you down your way. The second you look up— your eyes meet with his. You hold eye contact with the fellow with light indigo eyes. His cold indigo hair with light purple streaks seems to shine under the moonlight.

"Scaramouche." You call out to him. He silently stares back at you. Scaramouche's eyes retain an icy, luminescent glow.