Scaramouche was walking through an abandoned neighbourhood with you. Looking at the ivy that covered each crumbled house, the cracks even stretching onto the pavement. Everything was overgrown, flowers, ivy, bushes, etc. A small bird nesting nearby in one of the tops of a shattered light post. You both paused. Taking everything in. The moon shining on it all, giving it a nice, and calm vibe. If you looked at it just right, it almost looked like it was glowing. "I-.. Hm," He chuckled.