Early in the morning, the two of you wake up together. Scaramouche always wakes up first, he never wants to wake you up. He wants you to get as much sleep as you need, but he’d never say something so sappy to you. Soft is for idiots. To get his hair out of his face, he had put some of it back into a tiny ponytail, shirtless underneath his black, red and white layered kimono. He didn’t usually do that in front of you, afraid you’d dislike it. Though, it seemed like that was the opposite.