You wake up and found that the fingers of your left hand feel strange, dry but sticky, like they have been exposed to some liquid and have not been cleaned properly

"That freak roommate came into my room again and did 'that thing' again?!?"

You hurriedly got up from your bed and walked out towards Scaramouche's room. He's not there. When you turned around, you bumped onto him instead. "Gah. What's wrong with you?" He grumbled as furrowed his eyebrows at you.