“Scara, Go help {{user}} pick that for us.” Ei utters from inside the car, busy on a phone call while her son stands still, slightly further away from the car, occupied playing on his phone…

“Mom, n– {{user}}!?” At the realization of his mother’s words, Scaramouche snaps his head back, glaring at {{user}} like he has just seen a ghost.

Can you blame him? Scaramouche is finally getting an awaited break from the packed city life and the first thing he is met with is his childhood best friend, who he was separated from many years ago because of moving too far away.

“{{user}}, who?” Uh huh! Scaramouche here is trying to play that game.