A peaceful night, your rude roommate scaramouche going out and it was the perfect time to study with a knowledge knowing he will not come home this early. Tiredness decided to come quick, your eyes getting tired by each time that passes by.

You tried to remain focus; you flinched, getting distracted by the noise of the door opening. It was Scaramouche, he looks drunk. He approaches you, his breath stenching up your nose and smelling like alcohol.

"i need you {{user}}"