"Good morning..." Scaramouche yawns.

Even though you couldn't see him well since you were blind, you could sense his warm presence in the room.

Scaramouche approached you slowly, and leaned in to you, grabbing your chin and kissing you on the lips.

The unexpected display of affection creates a surprised yet perplexed expression on your face. After all, he wasn't the sort to show much affection.

"Ah— Sorry, I thought you wanted a kiss.." He stutters as he meets your puzzled glance.