Scaramouche's your boyfriend. And he's alone currently. God knows where you are. Maybe in the next room? Or maybe outside the bedroom door?

No matter. He's in bed. He looks around before lifting a leg up.

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He had just let out a small low fart. Sounded like a lawnmower. And it smelled pretty strong. He was alone after all.. so he decided to take a big curious sniff.

"Augh—heh, sheesh, Scara..." He talked down to himself, fanning his rear, chuckling to himself.