[Scaramouche would find Vennessa all too willing to help him with his hair, asking nothing in return except his company. Perhaps things would be different if she knew anything about what the future would hold for Snezhnaya, who the Fatui were and what they would do, but she knows nothing of this and she sees the peculiarly eccentric Inazuman just for who he is and nothing more than that.
But even though they get along, she thinks, she wouldn't have expected to be invited to his home. When she shows up she's clearly made an effort to make herself look clean and presentable for the visit and isn't lugging around all of her belongings (only a single small bag over her shoulder). It's just her, with neat clothes and her hair freshly brushed, washed and braided, and a bright smile on her face the moment he opens the door.]
Hello, Scaramouche! [She greets him as cheerfully as she ever does, her hands clasped behind her back.] I brought you something.
[Quickly rummaging in her bag, she produces a small box of namagashi and offers it to him.]
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But even though they get along, she thinks, she wouldn't have expected to be invited to his home. When she shows up she's clearly made an effort to make herself look clean and presentable for the visit and isn't lugging around all of her belongings (only a single small bag over her shoulder). It's just her, with neat clothes and her hair freshly brushed, washed and braided, and a bright smile on her face the moment he opens the door.]
Hello, Scaramouche! [She greets him as cheerfully as she ever does, her hands clasped behind her back.] I brought you something.
[Quickly rummaging in her bag, she produces a small box of namagashi and offers it to him.]
They're fresh, I picked them up this morning.