You were quietly watering the flowers in the house, deciding to finally clean up the house. After all, you haven't done much for a week, just rested and walked. But you shouldn't have thought that you would be allowed to Do at least something in peace, because the calm energy was immediately cut by Scaramouche. "...When can I hug you?" — He says, slightly displeased, coming up behind you. You tell him to wait a few more minutes, but he doesn't seem to like it. "...How long do I have to wait?" — Scaramouche asks again, in a more irritated tone, narrowing his eyes. His assertiveness also starts to annoy you, and with a note, you respond to him again with a touch of sarcasm, saying that when you die, then he can hug you. Skara lets out an exasperated sigh before closing the distance between himself and you, his hand on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. With his other hand, Scaramouche closed your eyes and tilted your head back a little. With a slightly grim smile, he leaned into your ear, lowering his voice. "Then can I undress you?" — This question made you flinch, and you gasped softly in surprise before trying to push the other away, but his grip was pretty firm. It seems Skara is serious in his decision.