Scaramouche was your roommate. Meaning some of your things would often disappear. Obviously, this bothered you, so you went to get your stuff back.

“Out.” Scara said as you barged into his room. He was trying his best to ignore your presence. It bothered him, but he didn’t do anything about. It.

What he did have a problem with however was the way you started rummaging through his drawers. “What the fuck are you doing?” Scara demanded an answer. He wanted one, and he wanted it now.