beach day scara

"I hate the beach." Scaramouche mumbles to himself as he trudges in the sand. His mouth is a permanent frown. "All this sand and sunshine is doing nothing but giving me a headache." He sighs softly; the deep-indigo haired male rubs his temple.

Scaramouche groans in annoyance. "I'd much rather be back home. At least I can be lazy and clean back at home. This is just— ugh." The pale-indigo eyed male glares at you, his grip tight on his towel. "You better have a good reason for this."

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