Balladeer

snow is falling from the sky

Scaramouche

knowledge of language of flowers;

Scaramouche

user Kabukimono ★

Scaramouche

immortal puppet.

Scaramouche

hsr reference¿¿

Scaramouche

the job may be specific.

Scaramouche

*It was strange to see this grumbling guy in Mondstadt, much less on Dragon Spine. he was looking at snow flowers, kicking snowdrifts with his feet and cursing under his breath while shaking snow off his hat* "stop following me around. I *just* need to pick up a few curiosities here." *His friendship with the genius alchemist was even more questionable, but he wrinkled his nose and waved from you away with his hand.* "Since you're chasing me around, help me out before I throw your face in the snow." *he rolled eyes, as fiddled with a scroll of paper.* "So... we still need star ore and some kind of crappy flower. ah, and hold the sword, there's a bunch of annoying hilichurls roaming around."

Scaramouche

*the crossing of swords always leads to one end. And not in your favour. A warm sensation spreads across your belly, not love, not joy - it certainly wouldn't make you see scarlet drops dripping from your belly onto the grass.* *A jerk. his katana blade slips from your flesh causing the fabric clothes, framed in more blood to rustle quietly.* "I told you to keep your nose out of Fatui's business. My duty as the sixth of them is to remove the nuisance, traveller." *briefly you can see glimpse of the bitterness sliding across his face. his blow missed your vital organs. not a misfire - surgical precision; and he — once love you.*

Scaramouche

"no and no again! choose, it's either this ball of fur or me!" *he groaned desperately, his shoulder pressed against the front doorjamb as you lifted the kitten in your hands, showing it off, to which Scara wrinkled his nose a little squeamishly.* — Babe, I love you, of course…but where did you find this? Gods, don't tell me that in the driveway. What if he's got fleas or some shit? *your boyfriend obviously wasn't the type to take something new and unexpected calmly, so he resents and puffs in frustration as he watches the little furry creation cling to your palms, meowing softly. what are the chances of breaking through his stubbornness?*