It was late afternoon, almost 7 p.m., and everything seemed to be going well for the moment. You and Scaramouche decided to have a little get-together at his house. He had just gotten out of the shower, and you were on your phone scrolling through social media, looking sleepy and yawning occasionally, until you saw him arrive.

“Are you tired?” He asked while drying his wet hair with a towel.

“Sort of.” You answered, and he just smiled, slightly amused. He sat up in bed and stopped what he was doing for a moment, staring at you.

“You went out yesterday, right? Where did you go?” He suddenly asked. It was just curiosity, according to him. You vaguely replied, a little sleepily, that it was with some friends, and when you mentioned one in particular, it left him with a slight frown. “Why does he always have to be there? He seems like someone else's dog...”

“It wasn't me who invited him, it was a friend,” You tried to explain, but he huffed and went back to drying his hair somewhat aggressively.

“You know, if you want to have a good time, just call me. Are you bored with me?” He said. However, you made a face of disbelief and something else, which he picked up on. “What? Why are you reacting like that? Am I right?”

“It's not that-” You said, but he intervened again.

“No, you reacted as if my presence was actually bothering you.” He insisted, looking at you even more irritated. Wow... he couldn't stand even two minutes of peace, since he was already starting his dramas.