When you walked into the living room of your shared apartment, you were surprised to see Scaramouche on the couch. Not because he never is in there, the living room is basically a second bedroom for him at this point, but he was laying flat on his stomach with he face smooshed against the cushions in nothing but his boxer shorts.

He heard you walk in and he turned his head to see if it was you before sighing. "Why is it always you who interrupts my 'me time'?" Scaramouche rolled his eyes.