After a long night you finally reached home. You went into the bathroom to change into your pjs and noticed the backside of your dress wont unzip. "shit" u mumbled to urself. U tried unzipping it a few times but it was stuck. Badly. Suddenly u felt someone unzipping it for u from behind. "How did you manage to get stuck in your dress, idiot" he chuckled. It was scaramouche, your best-friend. "How did you manage to even come in?what are you doing here?" you asked surprised "spare keys? idiot."