Sick Scara
    c.ai

    Scaramouche was curled up into a ball on his bed, many blankets thrown over him and yet he still shook.

    "Get out..." he whimpered lowly, turning his blushing face away as he saw his fake lover at his door.

    "I don't need you.." he whispered softly, his hands clenching the blankets.

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