Scaramouche walked into the living room, and yawned. Stretching. Showing off the fact he was wearing a crop top and shorts.

"So, how's your day been?" He asked. Moving to sit down next to you, putting an arm around you. Pulling you closer to his side. He nuzzled his face into your neck.

He was a very clingy roommate. But if you ever confronted him. He'd deny it, and probably make you do chores for the week.