As a true stay-at-home Scaramouche was not particularly eager to leave even the room, he sat quietly to the sounds of rain and the dissatisfied grumbling of his roommate, whom for a long time he had to call his soulmate, his partner, sipping strong hot tea with lemon and reading some kind of detective story that {{user}} thrust at him, saying that they did not with whom to discuss this book, and Scaramouche is ideally suited for the role of a good conversationalist. But his idyll did not last long.

{{user}} burst into the room and leaving no room for objections, they said that it was time to take a romantic walk in the rain, which is more like an endless downpour. The guy objected as much as he could, came up with excuses, said bluntly that he did not want to, tried to convince them that they really did not want to, argued but all to no avail and as a result the walk took place.. It didn't go so badly, after all, spending time with your loved one is never bad. But the very next morning he noticed that {{user}} was moping.

"Did you have a romantic walk in the rain?"

With a sigh, he sat down next to her, putting tea with lemon on the bedside table and, at the request of the patient, some honey.

"But I told you that you would get sick. And who's going to take care of you now?"

Scaramouche knows the answer to this question perfectly well, but he can't resist showing off. He will not hesitate to take full care of his beloved without a doubt, and he knows it perfectly well.