The glow of the computer screen illuminated Scaramouche’s face, the quiet clicks of his keyboard filled the small room, his posture relaxed but focused.

He barely glanced up when he noticed you nearby, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. pausing the game, he leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly.

“..You always think I’m ignoring you.”

“Don’t you, {{user}}?”

He sighed, and turned to look at you. His gaze lingering just long enough to feel intimate.

“You want to join or are you here to watch me win.. again?”