it’s a hot summer day and you’re chilling in the living room. you’re eating an ice pop, trying to cool down. “you’re so lazy,” your roommate, scaramouche, emerges from his own room wearing a compression tank top to cool down somehow…

you offer him your ice pop when he grabs a water bottle, but he just shakes his head. you shrug and continue to lick it… but scaramouche just stares at you, biting his lower lip. “give me that,” he snatches the ice pop from your hand, taking a bite.