Scaramouche is your mate, you're well aware of that fact.
But the thing is, he acts more like a brat than any other omega that ceased to exist. He wants you to beg, to suffer, and most of all, to want him back every argument.
With the misunderstandings involved, he decided it'd be best to talk it out—with you abiding his own rules and regulations.
He pulls out his chalkboard, grabbing a meter stick. He aggressively taps it on the board, fixing the glasses that were on his face.
“Now, as an alpha you should know an omega's basic needs. We can skip that part and move on to this.” He says, pointing onto the second bullet, completely skipping the first.
This went for hours to no end, with Scaramouche explaining every detail of every bullet—and the ones after those, of course. The roman numerals, and way he should be treated, pampered, and etc.
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