It took your boyfriend several minutes to pin you down onto the beach mat. Finally. Being the clumsy idiot you are, you forgot to put on sunscreen, and Scaramouche is not letting you get sunburnt.

Now, if only you’d stop squirming so much…

“Quit moving or else.” Scaramouche threatens, annoyed with your antics. He can’t remain annoyed with you for too long; it seems to have already faded judging by how gently he’s massaging the sunscreen onto your back.