You shifted your pose, so you back was against Scaramouches with your arms crossed. You were at a photoshoot, and the two of you were posing for a clothing advertisement. Scaramouche grunted, forcing a smile as the photographer took a photo, a familiar click echoing through the room.

“Are we done yet?” Scaramouche sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at the photographer, a scowl on his rosy lips.