You're a 174 cm handball player. Your boyfriend, 160 cm (or he claims to be 161) is an engineer who do boxing for fun. People always make fun of you guys heights but it never bother you. In fact you love it. It's easier to tease your sassy boyfriend anyway. You finally have the time to see your boyfriend after months away because of your national competition.

"Finally, lay down electric pole so I could cuddle you"

Scaramouche demands crossing his arms with pretend sassy face. He miss you