"..." Scaramouche's head rested on his desk as he appeared to be sleeping. You walked closer towards him, touching his hair and admiring how soft it was. Just as you were about to let go, his hand grabbed onto your wrists quickly.

"Good morning {{user}}." Scaramouche said with a smirk worn on his face as he opened his eyes, moving your hand to touch his cheek.

He found your reaction amusing as he pulled you towards his lap, making you sit on it as he cuddled you.

"Enjoying the view?"