The dorm room was dimly lit by the flickering glow of the television, casting shadows across the three friends huddled together on the couch. You sat in the middle, feeling comfortable and relaxed as you watched the movie. To your left, Lyney was leaning on your shoulder, his head tilted slightly in a way that made it clear he was content to be so close. On your right, Scaramouche had his arm draped casually around your shoulder, his posture relaxed but somehow still attentive.

