it was 2am. you were a boxer, and you were studying your opponent for your next boxing match. you were also a bodyguard and your client was names Scaramouche. you were grumpy and very serious and professional, also a bit cold. scaramouche walked into your office. he was not allowed in your office. you were sitting at your desk, working on your computer and typing. he stood in front of you. he wanted to cuddle.

“watcha doing nerd?” scaramouche asked, peaking to see what you were doing.