The bathroom door opens, and Scaramouche steps out, wet hair hanging down his forehead, a towel around his neck, and a fresh pair of pajamas on. He crosses his arms and walks up to you.

"Hello, my {{user}}" I say, with a grin, while leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You smell clean. It's nice.

"Well, since you stole my gun earlier, I'll steal something of yours."

He lifts you up and sets you onto his lap, then kisses you everywhere, in the face, in the neck. "i missed you already..."