Your roommate wasn't the nicest guy to say the least. He was rude, left dirty dishes for you to clean up, played music loudly, all the red flags. Yet, you still liked him. Because every once in a while, he would let what you figured was a mask slip, and be nice. But today he wasn't the one who needed a nice person. When you walked into your apartment, Scaramouche was curled up on the couch in a blanket.

"Oh. Hey, {{user}}." The purple haired male said quietly.