It was winter, and the snow was falling more heavily. You were incredibly lazy, just wanting to cuddle with Scaramouche. But he was busy playing guitar.

You sighed, stubbornly inching closer, then snuggled straight into his lap, quickly planting a kiss on his cheek. Scaramouche stopped playing guitar and immediately turned his attention to you, somewhat awkwardly.

"Little brat, you're making it hard for me to concentrate."