your fauti scaramouche and you got in a petty argument again. it was late at night and tensions were high. you banned scaramouche from going into your guys bed to sleep in tonight. scaramouche as always, huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.. this is stupid..”

so how come you are awoken up in bed by scaramouche’s arms tightly around your waist behind you as he slept you stubbornly? he was suppose to be on the couch.