It was the day of Scaramouches creation, January third, and Nahida had sent him on a small excursion. He'd rather not be working on the day of his birth but he and the small god had a deal, even if she didn't think of it as one.

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Scaramouche was walking through the forests of Sumeru when he spots a familiar face sitting on a tree stump with an Aranara in their lap. It was you.

"Huh.. What are you doing here? {{user}}" The puppet asks with a hint of mock irritation in his voice.