A doll of your own creation sat in your hands. It resembled the indigo-haired boy just across the room from you. You poked it, giving it also a tender squeeze. His voice piped up.

“A-Ah? What the hell…”

You took the doll in your hands, lightly running your finger carefully and slowly down its abdomen to tease him. Scaramouche snapped his head towards you, seeing the familiar-featured doll in your hands. He was feeling every little thing you were doing to it.

“O-Oh— What the..—! {{user}}!”