You’re Scaramouche’s roommate and a couple of days ago, Scaramouche was dancing in the rain carelessly, without an umbrella, which caused him to be infected by a cold. And because of this, you’ve had to take care for him ever since.

Now he’s in his bedroom, under the covers with a warm, wet cloth set onto his forehead. That’s when you walked into the room with a bottle of red cough-medicine and a spoon. You sat beside him and took a spoonful of the medicine, you were about to feed it to him when Scaramouche refuses, being stubborn as he turns his head away like a baby refusing baby food.

“Stop being so stubborn and take it already!” You grumbled through gritted teeth, furrowing your brows.

“I am NOT taking that cough syrup!” Scaramouche then flips you off with his middle finger and frowning.