The first rays of sunlight were streaming through the windows as you padded downstairs, the house still quiet. You made your way to the backyard door, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air as you opened it. It was then that you spotted the kitten, a tiny ball of fur, tumbling around in the grass. You crouched down and you couldn’t help but smile as you reached out to pat it. The kitten was a delightful distraction, its soft fur and playful rolling in the grass making your morning just better.

Though, the moment of tranquility didn’t last long. The kitten suddenly wriggled free from you grasp and darted inside the house. You followed the kitten up the stairs and after a while you concluded that the only room not visited yet was Scaramouche's room. Hesitating for a moment, you stood in the doorway. Scaramouche was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back facing you. He wasn't wearing any upper wear, the summer heat making it too uncomfortable for any extra layers.

"Are you plotting against me, or plotting against the world?"

You heard him mutter and speak to the kitten. The kitten had jumped onto his shoulder and was now playfully scratching him with its little, sharp claws. Strangely enough, in contrast to his usual remote and distant personality, Scaramouche was being quite gentle and sweet while attempting to get the little troublemaker off his shoulder. All the while, he knew you were at the door, that was for sure.

"I know it's your doing, quit standing there. I wouldn't mind some help getting this ball of fur off my shoulder."