"e-eh, Scara... slow down!" {{user}} was trying to keep up with Scaramouche, who turned the end of the study day into a damn marathon.

"no 'Scara', if you don't hurry up, we won't be able to get back before curfew starts and we'll have to spend the night outside," he chided his roommate and continued on way without bothering to turn around.

now that the chilly air had chilled him to the bone, the guy wanted to return to the dorm as soon as possible and flop under a warm blanket on the bed.