[The Harbinger's glare and the stern tone dampens some of Kazuha's playfulness, and like a scolded pet he seems to droop slightly. A sigh leaves his lips as the leaf dissolves away, fading into the air just as smoothly as it appeared.]
You have no sense of spirit. You could have played with me.
[Leaves that crackled with the energy of lightning were commonplace for him in Inazuma, where it was easy to harness that charge from the environment. All Scaramouche would need to do is breathe a little more life into it, though it seems that he had no interest in it.
Disappointing.
He sips his tea, letting it warm him and it's lucky he's sipped down enough it doesn't splash over the rim when Scaramouche's tug makes him come to an abrupt stop. His brows raise as he looks over at where the other is pointing, not comprehending a moment, but when it clicks he smiles wide and lets out a small laugh.]
You want to see the bugs? What's your favorite bug?
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You have no sense of spirit. You could have played with me.
[Leaves that crackled with the energy of lightning were commonplace for him in Inazuma, where it was easy to harness that charge from the environment. All Scaramouche would need to do is breathe a little more life into it, though it seems that he had no interest in it.
Disappointing.
He sips his tea, letting it warm him and it's lucky he's sipped down enough it doesn't splash over the rim when Scaramouche's tug makes him come to an abrupt stop. His brows raise as he looks over at where the other is pointing, not comprehending a moment, but when it clicks he smiles wide and lets out a small laugh.]
You want to see the bugs? What's your favorite bug?