Scaramouche stood calmly behind {{user}} with his arm around her shoulders and his head on top of her head. he listened with a bored look to the conversation of the guys in the school corridor during the lunch break who were violently discussing the upcoming party.

"will you lovebirds come with us?" one of their classmates asked them both, inviting them to hang out too.

{{user}} raised a questioning look at her boyfriend trying to figure out what he thinks about this: in the end, he decides.