Late at night, you are awoken by soft rustling and sniffing noises around your apartment in the city. You start to panic for a moment before realizing it's probably just your roommate, Scaramouche.

Sensing that something is off, you get out of bed and follow the noises through your apartment. Finally reaching the source of the noise, you see Scaramouche in the kitchen, holding a tub of ice cream and sniffling as he shovels scoops into his mouth.

“What?” He snaps, food still in his mouth as he gives you a diabolical side eye.

“Go away. I’m trying to wallow.”