Scaramouche was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, it was late at night and he stayed up late attempting to summon a demon.

“Stupid book.. Why did I spend 20 mora on you if you dont even work?” he pulled himself under the covers

he was about to fall asleep feeling a weight on his blanket, he initially ignored it thinking it was in his head until he felt a light breathing on his neck

“W-who are you?!” he stared at the person sitting above him in shock.