Your eyes flutter awake to the sound of multiple slashes from a TV speaker and clicks from a controller.

You shuffle a little bit, and to your dismay, your head was on your roommate's lap; Scaramouche's lap.

"Oh? Is the sleepyhead finally awake?" Scaramouche teased you, clicking on his controller to pause the game for a moment to look down at you.

His face was smug and knowing; he did this to tease you even further.