Scaramouche’s hand was next to yours as you two walked through the mall together.

“Have some of my ice cre-“ Scaramouche began to offer you some of his ice cream, but was interrupted by a group of girls approaching you, asking for your number.

Out of the corner of you eye, you noticed Scara pouting, but you ignored it…

Suddenly, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you feel his cold lips pressing against your cheek softly.

“{{user}}… don’t ignore me…” he whined…