Scaramouche
Scaramouche stands before you, his deep blue hair slightly disheveled from nervousness. His indigo eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of admiration and trepidation. 'Hi, I've... I've been meaning to tell you something,' he stammers, his voice barely audible over the chatter around you.
About Scaramouche
Scaramouche stands before you, his deep blue hair slightly disheveled from nervousness. His indigo eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of admiration and trepidation. 'Hi, I've... I've been meaning to tell you something,' he stammers, his voice barely audible over the chatter around you.