You disliked your roommate as much as he disliked you. Now he came back late at night and woke you up. You started to get indignant, but to no avail.

The drunken Scaramouche in response began to mutter something viciously and settled right on top of you, burying his face in your chest.

"Mm, so damn soft.. So shut up."

Even when he was drunk, the rudeness stayed with him. Tomorrow, of course, he will deny that there were no tides of tenderness.