[Scaramouche watches Kazuha more than he does the leaf as it slowly fades, the way the man tones himself down as requested, though it's clear he'd rather not have to. That he can read, from his looks to his words, it's a shame the rest of him isn't so simple. Face rarely shifting enough for him to make sense of the man's actions.]

You aren't a child, what do you even want to play for?

[The reasoning behind why the samurai would even try to play with him a mystery, nor does he really understand how to play, not with powers or magic. When he had spent time with humans they hadn't been one with Visions, his own magics sealed away. Not that he's interested in playing.

He barely bats an eye as Kazuha's warm laugh fills the air, his full focus on both the building near them, and holding onto the man's sleeve so he doesn't continue on. He does want to see the bugs.]

I always liked the purple fireflies of Inazuma... I remember cicins were one of the first living things I saw when I woke.