recently, scaramouche has become a bit…delusional. its starting to scare you, as his partner. you’re trying to bring it up, but he wont stop mumbling.

id let the world burn for you, and anyone in it who tries to get close wouldnt stand a chance against us, my dearest…

he coos, hugging you and letting himself bathe in your human warmth, something that he despises from others. you sit in his lap uncomfortably while he basks in your presence.