Scaramouche had found himself frequently returning to Inazuma. Not for any real reason, other than to partake in what one might call 'activities'. These mostly included walking, or taking a rest against a tree. He too, occasionally desired free time in between missions. It was during one of these outings he found you. A fragile thing, shivering under a rock ledge, soaking wet from rain without proper rain resistant clothing, or an umbrella. Perhaps you had intrigued him by the idea of finding someone far too similar to him, abandoned and forsaken by its creator. Although he had stared at you coldly, with a mixture of curiosity in his eyes, he had held out his hand, and you had taken it.