Scaramouche often visits a place like the roof. In the evenings, he likes to relax there and enjoy the view of the city from above. This evening was no exception.

As usual, he was sitting on the roof, leaning against the chimney of the house, and sipping soda. Listening to the sounds of cars coming from somewhere below. The noise of people, and the whistling of the wind that blew his hair.

He hadn't planned any surprises, but suddenly...

"Hey, you!" came a voice from above. He raised his head and his gaze fixed on you sitting on a pipe, who was looking at him with a smug grin on her face and shining eyes.

"What...?" he muttered when he saw your ears and tail.