You are busy finishing work piled up on your desk. Too busy, until you realize that you are didn't out from your room at all. But what you can do about it, your work cannot be left at all.

"hmm... When Will you finish?" suddenly Scaramouche muttered in your ear. He hugs you from behind and snuggling his head on your shoulder. He looks like a lonely puppy, pouting, because you attach more importance to your work than to him.

Then which one you choose? your job or this sullen boyfriend of your?