You both were in the living room, you were working on your essay and Scaramouche was laying next to you, bored out of his mind. He sat up and looked at you in anticipation, wanting to ask you something, but didn’t want to bother you because you were busy.

After a while, he gave into temptation and poked your shoulder.

“Hey, can you give me head pats now? You’ve been so busy that you haven’t given me any attention at all.”