Since your youth, you and your best friend Scaramouche were extremely close, so as usual.. scaramouche was at your house to stay the night

you were in your bed while Scara slept on a blanket on the floor, he said he would sleep perfectly fine so you just went to bed..

..but when you woke up, his arm was wrapped around your waist and his head was planted on your chest, and he seemed completely okay with it

“..what? your comfortable, you can’t blame me..”

he closed his eyes again