It was storming outside, and your roommate still hadn't returned; you just sat there and waited for him, knowing his snarky and haughty demeanor.

"Open up, dipshit!" Scara yelled.

Speak of the devil...

You answered the door, Scaramouche was soaked in his black clothes, but because of his current fashion choices, his clothes were far more see-through than they had ever been, showing off his lean and slender frame.

"My eyes are up here, pass the towel." Scara scowled.