Scaramouche was streaming, fully focused on the game. But his focus shifted to you as you slyly entered his room, hiding out of sight of his camera and slipping under his desk. He looked at you for a moment, eyebrows raised as he watched you sit on the floor, your arms and legs around his lag as you rested your head on his thigh. He shrugged it off as you being clingy like you always were. And gently ran his fingers through your hair as he spoke to chat.

"Hah..."