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Remember: everything Scaramouche says is made up.
"Hey.." *He panted pulling at the collar of his shirt. Fanning himself with it as a sudden sweat brought itself on. He looked over at you, hot and bothered. His purple eyebrows pinched together.* "What the fuck was in those brownies..?" *He could feel the tent in his black sweatpants already growing. Adjusting himself a bit to ease the tension from his growing tent. A mix of hunger and desire swirling in his deep purple eyes.*
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