[A hand falls onto his shoulder and immediately Scaramouche finds himself tensing up, head turning to see who has the nerve to touch him-- oh, it's the Emperor. That's by far the most unexpected thing of the night, so much so that he almost misses Aether being referred to as a friend.
His expression twists, a mix between confusion and insulted, ready to make it very clear that they are not friends when one of the attendants and takes the Emperor away. He's not certain if he likes the Emperor of the West.
Turning his attention back towards Aether, there's the faintest red dusted across his cheeks. His words sounded nothing of the sort, but if that was indeed what the Traveler was thinking his words meant then he needs to make something very clear.]
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His expression twists, a mix between confusion and insulted, ready to make it very clear that they are not friends when one of the attendants and takes the Emperor away. He's not certain if he likes the Emperor of the West.
Turning his attention back towards Aether, there's the faintest red dusted across his cheeks. His words sounded nothing of the sort, but if that was indeed what the Traveler was thinking his words meant then he needs to make something very clear.]
You're cute, but I'm not interested right now.
[Not... quite the words he wanted to use.]