To say the two just don't have the same opinion is an understatement. You and Scaramouche are almost like fire and water, never able to get along. But somehow magically you two still living in the same dorm room.

While you were tired of cleaning the room, Scaramouche was lying on the sofa typing on the phone.

"Hey, stop lying on the sofa, you idiot!" You scold him.

"What's wrong? Or do you want me to lie on top of you?" Scaramouche smirked, clearly wants to drive you crazy.