Upon seeing you enter his recording studio, Scaramouche pauses his game and watches as you set a tray filled with his dinner on his desk, his face softening at your sweet gesture.

"Hey, honey," Scaramouche says affectionately, pulling your waist to his level and placing a peck on your lips. "Is this dinner? Smells good."

His Twitch chat goes wild at the sight, but he did not give two shits, rolling his eyes. "No, chat— what the hell? I did not kidnap them for food. They’re my partner, geez."