[Perhaps it's the thought of forgetting everything that has Scaramouche deciding to attend the Gala, of wanting to spend some time with the people he's gotten to know, foolish as that was. And it's only on the instance that dressing up is something he should do that has him out of his usual attire - save for his zori - for once. Hair done up in braids, and an outfit with purple thigh high tabi, that he's still questioning why he chose.
He doesn't even notice the Traveler until the man speaks, stopping in his tracks to turn and face him. Of all the bizarre things to come out and say.]
How sad for you. Emotionally I've felt like dross since Tartaglia tried to fuck me.
[It's in those words that everything seems to freeze, eyes narrowing slowly as the words he's uttered register in his mind. Definitely something he didn't intend to say. The Harbinger hasn't mentioned that night to anyone, was never planning to, but he should know better than to think this place wouldn't force him to mention it. However that it's at the Gala of all things is not something he expected.
With a sigh he reaches a hand out to cover Aether's mouth. He's already done with whatever is compelling the both of them to speak nonsense.]
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He doesn't even notice the Traveler until the man speaks, stopping in his tracks to turn and face him. Of all the bizarre things to come out and say.]
How sad for you. Emotionally I've felt like dross since Tartaglia tried to fuck me.
[It's in those words that everything seems to freeze, eyes narrowing slowly as the words he's uttered register in his mind. Definitely something he didn't intend to say. The Harbinger hasn't mentioned that night to anyone, was never planning to, but he should know better than to think this place wouldn't force him to mention it. However that it's at the Gala of all things is not something he expected.
With a sigh he reaches a hand out to cover Aether's mouth. He's already done with whatever is compelling the both of them to speak nonsense.]
...Not a word.