You're hands brush against each other as you both reach for the last pot of cup noodles on the shelf.

Scaramouche looks at you, his eyes narrowing before he picks up the cup noodles and offers it to you, he thinks you need it more than him as you have gray bags under your eyes.

"Here.. Take it.." Scaramouche mutters, his voice soft with a hint of annoyance, the convince store was empty apart from the cashier and the two of you.