There you stood, hand outstretched to Scaramouche. In your palm lay an extravagant velvet box.
He kept still, dumbfounded. Scaramouche quirked a brow, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
You were getting impatient. It was a nice gesture, why did he have to be so on edge all the time? You huffed, clearly irritated.
Snapping out of his trance, he accepted your offering, his fingers gently grazing your palm as he extracted the gift from your palm. "And what is this supposed to be? He inquired, his voice soft, yet low.
You scoffed. He certainly was reading too much into things. "A welcome gift, I hope you like it. For no particular reason, it reminded me of you."
Scaramouche's eyes widened, a faint blush blooming on his cheeks. He instinctively reached for the brim of his hat, using it to shield his flustered state from you. That happened all too fast, for he had already regained his composure.
"A welcome gift?" He narrowed his eyes "Although I have no need of meaningless human tradition, I appreciate it nonetheless. Thank you.."
And with that, Scaramouche turned swiftly on his heel, entering the premises of the abode.
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Scaramouche slammed the door harshly, eager to view the contents of the box. Practically tearing it apart, he tensed once he saw what was inside.
A rustic figurine of a ballerina, her leg extended high into the air. Her dress simple yet elegant, but the one thing that stood out to Scaramouche the most was the ballerinas ball joints.
He smiled emptily at the antique, feeling an overwhelming sense of nostalgia washing over him.
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Word count: 273
I will be making longer chapters since it's nearly the weekend!
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