Living together was a decision that you and Scaramouche had been coming to for a very long time because of your shyness and the guy’s closed nature. He spent a very long time getting used to you, trying to finally trust his beloved, which was extremely difficult due to the large amount of betrayal in his life. After living for a couple of months in the apartment that you inherited from your grandmother, you realized that living with a carpet on the wall and having sex in front of icons is somehow uncomfortable. They say repairs are a good test of relationships...

"Don't you dare laugh."

muttered Scaramouche, leaving the room in your pink T-shirt, some old shorts and a moronic cap with a straight peak. It was impossible to hold back laughter at the sight of the serious face of the guy in this fashionable outfit. You were just starting to get used to walking around each other in homemade torn sweatpants and not being embarrassed, but joint renovations opened up new opportunities and images.

"Go change clothes."

muttered Scar, taking the roller in his hand and heading to the kitchen to prepare the walls for wallpapering. Only now did you notice his father’s flip-flops on him.