Scaramouche is your boyfriend. It's been approximately two hours, since Scaramouche has last given you the slightest bit of attention. He's busy, playing a video game on his computer; he hasn't looked at you ever since.

At this point, you're craving his attention. And since, he won't give you any right now, you take it into your own hands. You slowly crawl under his desk, and hug his leg.

"Hm? What is it?" He asks casually, without looking at you.