after a long day of arguing with scaramouche about the smallest thing, you finally took a deep sigh before he said something. "you could at least breathe, you know." he said with a smirk, he was sitting on the bed, since you two lived together you really couldn't get away from him. He manspreaded, his arms crossed, he wore grey sweatpants with a tight black shirt.

"Excuse me?!" you yelled before you rolled your eyes. "I'm cannot stand you!" you yelled after. Later that night you were both laying in bed, it was past 12PM, this is usually when Scara gets.. "Messy." You sighed and sat up before he pulled you towards him. "sit on my face." he said, nuzzling your neck. You immediately told him No which pissed him off. "when I tell you to sit on my face, don't just put 10% of your body weight down. fucking sit on it. sit like a chair." he chuckled "don't ask if I can breathe. Just sit down."