Chapter 12: You and I

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The safe playlist was boring, full of classical, love songs, and pretty much every pop song known to man.

It did play Laufey, and I'm certain Scaramouche enjoyed it, even if he didn't show it.

Some song was playing...

Wait.

This tune sounds familiar...

"Bina turn that off!" Signora shouted, ah, it's CPR. Who even added that to the safe playlist?

It was hilarious that Signora was the first to recognize it, Columbina immediately skipped it before anything could start.

Scaramouche looked confused but didn't say anything. First impressions matter, and if we were just to blast some vulgar yet fire music at a kind of first meeting, we would be known as weird and crazy by him (we always were)

We reached our destination, and the building had bright, colorful, flashing lights. As to be expected from a mall like this. It is a popular spot for everyone to come and shop in.

"I'll lead the way." Pantalone said, he was the only one who knew this place like the back of his hand, and I was a bit worried that he would get us lost because of his blurry eyesight. Then they'll blame me just because I'm ginger!

Scaramouche was at my right, while Signora was at my left. She kept looking at us both as if planning something dangerous...

Scaramouche seemed to notice with the way he glanced at me and her before slowly inching away from me. Way to go, siggy piggy. (heahhah)





"Hey hey, isn't that guy kind of cute?"


"Inazumans are majestic!"


"He looks like he belongs to the Raiden Family too..."


"Raiden? A powerful family or something?"


Ah, girls.


Their chattering was loud, and I was sure Scaramouche heard them. He only scoffed and continued walking, what a professional. Actually, he probably was used to this anyway. Still, I wanted to hear what kind of family were the Raidens, since those girls talked about it. Were they powerful? An Inazuman Mafia, perhaps?


"Don't think too much about what they said," I whispered to Scaramouche, leaning closer to let him hear my words, "Snezhnayans...tend to get out of hand with gossip."


My hands then went to pat him, but I luckily realized what I was doing and immediately took it back. He luckily didn't see, since my hand was out of his vision. hah! Shortie!


"You don't have to tell me," He replied with a grin, "I've experienced...far, far, worse."


"Right." I say while walking behind him. The urge to just pat him got stronger, and I couldn't resist! My hand went to his head, and I patted him slowly, he continued walking but the air was getting...dense. If I were in a game, he would surely have black mist around him and would kill me in seconds!

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