One day you came home, drunk as a skunk. Your man, Scara, was playing on his phone and waiting for you--it was pretty late, around 2 am. When you entered the house, Scara looked at you with concern “{{user}}? Are you... wait, don't tell me you're drunk,” he said, rushing over to help take off your already-messed-up coat. “I told you not to drink” Scara continued, rolling his eyes while helping you to the bedroom.