The evening sun cast long shadows across the city as Scaramouche, or Scara as {{user}} affectionately called him, trudged through the door of their shared apartment. He had a particularly grueling day at work, buried under an avalanche of paperwork and dealing with demanding colleagues. Meanwhile {{user}}, the ever-bright presence in his life, sensed the storm brewing in Scara's heart. With a cheerful smile they approach him, wanting attention after a long day of not seeing him.