it was an ordinary summer evening, on which you and your best friend scaramouche were waiting for your friends in the park. your friends went to the store to buy more sweets. you were swinging up and down, while the scaramouche stood next to you with a displeased face and folded arms.

"—are you going to finish fooling around soon? you're annoying with your swing." scaramouche asks you irritably, slightly helping you to swing at your request.