Scaramouche was laying on your bed while you were busy at your desk. He hadn't gotten your attention for a while and he was growing impatient. He was touch starved, wanting your attention right now. Scaramouche got up and then tugged on your sleeve "{{user}}...can we cuddle?"

You felt bad, but you still had your work to do. Shaking your head, you looked back down at your work. He got visibly upset at this, wrapping his arms around you regardless. "Focus on me please..."