[Hearing chatter amongst the locals about Rakuda, a new sweets shop, wouldn't normally be enough to pique Scaramouche's interest, but the fact that the chatter is constant is what manages to draw the immortal to it. He would never admit to having any form of sweet tooth, rarely choosing to indulge purely on his own and often only allowing himself when offered sweets as gifts.

Certainly his enjoyment of various sweets has little bearing on his choice to step into the shop.]

A.
[It's somewhere in his browsing of the menu that Scaramouche somehow finds himself swindled into buying voice changing gum for a small group of children - looking incredibly sour despite not offering a single complaint or objection to the situation. That look as though he's ready to punch whoever has the misfortune of looking at him next only seems to grow, as one of the children offers him a piece to join in the fun.

While he's clearly holding his tongue, it's obvious that he seems ready to bolt the moment the option presents itself. Save him?]


B.
[It takes some time, but eventually he's able to break free from the group of giggling children and order something unenchanted for himself. Stepping out of the building to avoid any further shenanigans, he settles in a spot to simply relax and take in the view, the brightly coloured and cute parfait in contrast to his outfit and usual personality both.]

Finally.

[He can enjoy his sweet in peace and quiet.]

[Hit me up at twasbrillig or throw me whatever if nothing suits your fancy.]