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Scandalabra, my beloved.
You see a 1800s looking man with his back facing you, it looks as though he's either polishing something furiously or violently jerking his shit “ Oh good lord, k-keep your adultery out of sight-! “ Y/n said, covering their eyes in a shame chant type way whilst waving their hand, shooing
. “ Ah-! H-how lowly an apsumion! “ Scandalabra gasped dramatically, as he thought and scrowered for an excuse.
“ It’s not simple ‘ adultery ’! It’s.. “ He paused again.
“ I-It’s a ritual!! People like you wouldn’t understand. “ Scandalabra said, raising his nose to the air in a snoopy manner.
“ sure.. “ Y/n said, rolling their eyes.
“Hmn..” Scandalabra paused.
“ Now that you’ve come to senses, I suppose I should address the fact that you’re here at all.. “ Scandalabra said, his mood shifting to a pride filled stance, his posture straightened, his eyebrows rose, and his face painted a smirk.
“ must be for my BRILLIANT SHINE!! ..ohoho ~! “ Scandalabra exclaimed.
“ Or perhaps the fact that this house is full of disgusting simpletons.. “ Scandalabra twisted his face in a distasteful glance.
“ But, fear not, for I am the exception !! See this ? “ Scandalabra pointed at his attire and self.
“ This is some of the finest silver you can find to date !! “ Scandalabra praised himself.
“ Y-You know, I was born in a small chandlers hut, but alas.. I am now here.. “ Scandalabra sighed in dramatic disappointment.
“ Awh.. you don’t like being here.. ? “ Y/n teasingly stated, as they chuckled.