Not Quite Cutting Edge

See, she couldn't argue. Lunette was both beautiful and smart~!

"Okay then, babe! I'd love it if you escorted me," Scaramouch agreed, all smiles. Hey, there was safety in numbers, and Lunette looked like a dame who could, you know, thwart someone just by sitting on them. Or, um... ripping out their arms? Anything was preferable to getting jumped!

"It's a movement stone. If you squeeze it, you can teleport a few feet in any direction you want. It's not powerful enough to teleport you miles... but, I hope it could be of some use to you as it is."

Unsurprisingly, the robot hadn't the foggiest idea regarding magic. If someone (Lunette, for example) told him a glowing rock could teleport him a few feet or summon the Anti-Christ, Scaramouch wouldn't argue otherwise. He gingerly plucked the stone from Lunette's outstretched palm and blinked. "...Neat! It's all glowy and stuff. Thanks, Lulu!" Truly, Scaramouch was a learned machine. But apparently Batboy was even more so, because the stony-faced sourpuss mentioned something about 'upgrading' and 'guardians'; he distinctly uttered the last word with distaste. Or... maybe it was just an upset stomach? "Boy, I'm glad you guys know about this stuff, because I'd just take this for a very, um, eye-catching piece of art!" Truthfully, Scaramouch probably wouldn't touch the damn thing on his own, but it was a gift, so... The robot stood up from his knees and dusted himself off from head-to-toe, his grin never once faltering. "I'm feeling better, thanks~! But you don't have to fetch my hat, I can do it myself!" On second thought... Scaramouch lowered his fingers and refrained from whistling. "Buuuut, Boon looks happy with a simple fetch quest. Who am I to deprive him of fun~?" Batboy, on the other hand...

Should he do it, or should he not... Should he do it, or should he - Scaramouch didn't even have to ask himself twice. His widening grin said it all as he tossed the stone up in the air and caught it with a playful swipe of his hand. It's payback time, you little rat with wings!

Blip!

One moment the robot vanished from Lunette's side, and in the next - "Sooooo..." He was already standing at Batboy's side, bent at the waist and looking quite the imp. "I don't think I've ever gotten your name, babe~!" Scaramouch teased. Because he just couldn't help himself, the robot obnoxiously pinched the little guy's right cheek and tugged. ...Eesh! This was, like, rock solid! No wonder Batboy couldn't smile. "Mind telling me what it is?" Blip! And now he was on the guy's left, pulling the opposite cheek. "Or am I gonna have to annoy it out of ya~?"

Ew, magic... Born of more logical origins, Scaramouch wasn't particularly fond of the magical arts. There was just something unnatural about throwing fireballs and shooting tendrils of lightning from one's fingertips... And hey, when your boss - oh pardon him, ex-boss - was Aku, the Shape-Shifting Master of Darkness and Shogun of Sorrow? Yeah, nah; he definitely steered clear of questionable sources of otherworldly power. Bonus points if it was black and emitted demonic whispers. Triple bonus points if it had flaming eyebrows.

It's a good thing this glowing rock is blue, though~! Blue's technically a safe-ish color, right? "Don't worry, I won't ask any questions. When it comes to magic, babe, I'm pretty - " Oh, hold that thought. Batboy was gonna be a pill in three... two...

FWIP!

Look at the gargoyle, getting all mad. It took all of Scaramouch's willpower (no really, all of it) to refrain himself from getting socked in the gut. "Nice to meet ya too, Colliiiiiiins~!" he echoed the bartender's name obnoxiously, grinning like a fiend. Irritating didn't even begin covering it. "Nice display of your wings, babe, but ya might wanna work on your smile, 'kay? Keep scowlin' like that and your face is gonna stay that way as if it were made of stone~!" Alright, alright... That was enough ragging on Batboy. The robot was thankfully more interested in accepting his paddy hat from Lunette's other, more friendly employee. "Why thank ya kindly, Boon~!" Scaramouch gleefully hummed. He even returned the demon's wink. "It's so nice to have somebody big and strappin' help a poor robot in need. Between you and me, babe, I think you oughta be Employee of the Month~!" No lie, Boon was a mighty fine catch. A lil' slow on his horses and kinda bumbling, but Boon's physique was just phenomenal. Scaramouch could see why Lunette kept the taller demon around, naughty gal~! Optics remained fixated on Boon's twitching tail before the pleasing notes of a feminine voice broke his concentration.

"... Sorry about Collins. He's a bit of a prickly pear."

"A 'prickly pear', she says..." Scaramouch could only chortle as he placed his paddy hat back on his head with a lively flourish. 'Prickly pear' is not what the robot would have used, but y'know... "I dunno, Lulu," he muttered, glancing back at the tavern. "No offense to your employees or nothin', but I'mma have to hand in my customer survey, ya groove?" It wasn't a scathing review unless your name was Collins; then it was pretty scathing. The robot flashed an impish smile. "Boon is an absolute sweetheart, so he gets an A. I'd bump him up to an A+, but he ain't topless. Now, as for Collins..." That smile only got bigger. "He gets a big, fat F~! Anyone who doesn't smile or have a sense of humor - especially if they don't have a sense of humor - should not be workin' customer service. I think he'd be more suited to schlepping corpses in a morgue, honestly... Or, y'know, perching around Gothic cathedrals." That's sorta what gargoyles did, no? Anywho~!

He pocketed the stone and of course accepted her hand. What gentleman wouldn't? It was such a soft, tiny thing! Even one of his metal fingers could have sufficed alone. "But you, Lulu, get the A+~!" Scaramouch finished in sing-song. Most folks typically didn't like his effortless charms, let alone his obnoxious penchant for randomly breaking out in melody, but Lunette seemed like a good sport. A++, babe! The robot playfully swung their arms and was mindful enough not to jostle either of them too much. "Whenever you're ready, Lulu, kindly lead the way~! I'll follow close behind and, um, probably not get too spooked if anything unfortunate happens."

Y'know, like random monster attacks or bandit ambushes... That sort of thing. Other than that, it was gonna be a beeeautiful walk to the city, yes sir! He took the first step and glanced down at her, feeling cheeky.

"How are you at runnin'~?"