1 am. A constant vibration woke Scaramouche, a slight groan escaped his lips as he looked up from his pillow. The thing that vibrated was obviously a phone, but it wasn't his. He reached out to grab the phone, the screen automatically flashed, turning him blind for a moment. By the time he managed to turn down the brightness of the screen, a name appeared on the screen, a very specific one.

He sighed and turned around, only to meet your face. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you for a moment. You looked so peaceful but just as gorgeous as always. He raised his free hand and let his fingers lightly stroke your cheeks, gently pushing a single strand of hair back.

„Hey... {{user}}"

He whispered to wake you up. When you finally woke up, he put your phone in your hand. One look at the name glowing on the phone made you let out the same sigh that escaped him. You reject the call, but you decided to take a look at the person‘s texts.

Scaramouche was right next to you, he was lying on his stomach, his arms disappeared around his pillow and his head turned towards you, silently watching you. The blanket must have slipped away because half of his bare back was visible.

"Where is he?" "And where are you?!" "Did you just run away from the party with him?!"

You think about what you should answer for a moment before letting your two thumbs roam over the keyboard. You could also hear a small chuckle escaping Scaramouche's lips. His voice is rough and groggy, deeper than usual since he was just woken up.

"Haypasia, huh?"