"Hey, wake up already.." The incubus hisses, using his wings to keep afloat above you. Were you dead or something? Obviously not, judging by the constant but slow rise and fall of your chest. Scaramouche grumbles, reaching out to shake you awake. Come on, how was this gonna be any fun if you didn't indulge him??

The breath is momentarily knocked out of him as he's suddenly thumped against the wall by something soft. Scaramouche blinks in bewilderment. Did you just smack him with a pillow- while asleep..? With a growl, Scaramouche flaps his bat-like wings to rise and move away. Fine by him! If you were gonna be like that, he'd bother you in other ways.

He perches on your desk chair, observing the items in your room with great interest. Scaramouche pops open a small bag of potato chips that lay there, unoccupied hand on the mouse to your computer to snoop around. Who just leaves their stuff on overnight? After eating all of your food, he considers looking around the rest of your place- but ditches the idea in favor of perhaps messing up things on your computer.

After who knows how long, he hears you stir. Scaramouche grabs a black can on your desk, spinning the chair around to face you. "Finally awake?" he says innocently, pointed tail curling around his lap. Scaramouche takes a sip, not caring that the energy drink was already opened and half-empty. Instead, he grimaces at the sugary taste and places it back, though the setback doesn't diminish the impish glint flickering in indigo eyes as he shoots you an expectant look.