"well, Scara, pretty please?"

{{user}}'d been trying to persuade Scaramouche to go to the amusement park for an hour, but today he was adamant and refused to leave the house. he calmly and silently listened to {{user}}'s complaints, burying his nose in the back of her head and hugging her from behind, placing {{user}} between his legs on the sofa.

"maybe you'll ride me after all? I guess I'm better than a roller coaster..." with a sigh, the boy whispered, starting to get tired of her whining.