Scaramouche's guard dragged her away from the crowd upon Scaramouche's orders. Mona was now pinned again a back ally wall by a fatui guard as Scaramouche stood behind him.
"Do not disrespect Mr. Scaramouche like that! Rude statements as such will not be tolerated!"
"Now Now, Garret, don't hurt the poor thing!" Scaramouche chuckles "Did you.. just.. call me... a THING?" Mona yells.
In a rage, she teleports free of the fatuis grasp and shoves Scaramouche to the stone ground. His large hat flies off behind him from the impact.
"No one... refers to me.. as a THING." Mona huffs between breaths.
"My lord!" Garrets shoves Mona aside and helps Scaramouche to his feet.
"Please excuse yourself for a moment, Garret. I would like a moment alone with the esteemed astrologist." Scaramouche says, glaring at Mona
"Of course, my lord." Garret turns and walks out of view from the ally corner.
In one swift motion, Scaramouche grabs Monas leotard and shoves her against the wall, their faces mere centimeters away.
"You really think your all that, huh? Shoving me, a fatui harbinger to the GROUND like that? I could have your head chopped off in 2 words if i wanted too." He angrily says.
"Well I'm sorry i don't like being called a thing, its called standing my ground. Which involved pushing you down to it." Mona sassily replies.
It was getting a bit hard to breath, Scaramouche was pushing right against her lunges. Wait.. he was pushing on her chest area.
"Please...re..move.. your.. hand... from.. m-.. my-... breasts.." Mona struggles to get the air to say the words. The harbinger had her pinned to the wall, hard. When was he so strong?
Scaramouche looks down to see where his hand is, and jolts off Mona in an instant. Mona couldn't see it, but Scaramouche's cheeks just turned to colour of master dilucs hair.
Mona leans over putting her hands on her knees catching her breath. " When did you get so strong?" She huffed. "I have always been strong, for your information!" Scaramouche defends himself, still bright red.
Mona looked up just as the sun shined over the ally lighting up Scaramouche's eyes. They look like they night sky.. when did they get so beauti- NO. Mona shakes her heads in attempting to erase the thought from her mind.
She straightens up and reaches for her hat. Wait? Her hat wasn't there. It instead lay on top on Scaramouche's hat a few feet away. It must of gotten knocked off when Scaramouche pinned her to the wall.
She looks back at him. He looked nice without his hat... almost.. NO! Not again. Mona jerks her head away trying to banish the thought.
Both parties walk over to the pilled hats a reach down for their own, And as cliché as it sounds, their hands pilled right on top on each other. They look up at the other and the moment seems to freeze in time. The same thought going through their minds.
*They're... kinda... cute... *
Just then, Garret bursts into the scene.
"My lord! L- uh.. am I.. interrupting something?
Scaramouche jerks up, with a face as red as a tomato
"Not at all! What do you want?"
"My lord, lady Signora wishes upon your company for a meeting at the Goth Hotel. She wishes you be there immediately" Garret says.
"Thank you, i will be there in just a moment"
Scaramouche reaches down and snatches his hat, and adjusts it onto his head. He turns to Mona and in a faint but assertive voice says "This conversation is NOT over." And he turns and marches off with Garret.
Monas face was the embodiment of one of Klee's bombs
"What the hell just happened?"
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Try Me, Bitch. (Scaramona)
RomansaScaramouche has been stationed in Mondstat while Signora heads to Liyue, and just his luck, there are going to be more than a few run-ins with a certain astrologist that he isn't necessarily too fond of. This will have references to the November 20...
