Scaramouche and you had been in a relationship for a few months. At first it was strange, especially because Scaramouche has zero experience with serious relationships. Despite that, you could see how hard he was trying. He often made you breakfast before you left for college, he would silently take your hand when you were close to each other or how he would stay by your side when you were crying about something, trying to provide a comforting presence for you. Scaramouche had difficulty expressing himself with words, so his specialty was gestures. And that's why today he brought you to the mall. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ "I'm telling you, Childe's fashion style is a disaster, even a mouse would know how to dress better than that idiot." Scaramouche complained while you were looking at the clothes. "Then he tells me I need new clothes? F#ck, he's the one who wears trash clothes!" Scaramouche mumbled a few curses, then turned to you. "Done?" He looked you up and down, until you gave him the chosen clothes. He hesitated a moment, looking at the bags in his hand. "I will pay." He looked at you, recognizing your surprised expression, then he looked away and snorted. "Don't say anything." With that Scaramouche grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you to the cashier to pay. He placed the bags on the table, taking the wallet out of his pocket. "Good morning girls." The cashier said with a smile. At the same time Scaramouche's hand stopped and he looked up at them. "We are not girls." He said with a harsh and cold tone, not wanting to give space for conversation. The cashier just looked at him and said: "But you look alike... a girl. What do you mean that you are not?" With that Scaramouche took the money and threw it on the table. "Just take this and stop saying stupid things!" Oh no, if this continued, God wouldn't know what Scaramouche would do with that cashier. After all, he is like a time bomb, at any second it could explode.