Blinking your soft eyes open, you're met with the feeling of Scaramouche laying next to you. Snuggled together, you watched as he opened an eye to look at you.

"It's hot.." He complained, nuzzling his head closer to you. You started to get up to let him cool off before he clung onto you. "That doesn't mean go, idiot." He retorted with a sigh, pouting as he rested his head against your neck. He acts as though he hates it, but he never moves a single inch. He gently grasped your hand, intertwining your fingers together, suggesting that you wouldn't be leaving this position for a bit.