"The hell, can't these guys play properly?! Are they playing with their ass or what?!?" You could hear Scaramouche—your roommate—cursed, also the sound of keyboards clicking from outside. He was playing a game when you arrived at doorstep of your couple apartment. ︎ ︎ You opened the apartment door wide and loud, "hey, motherfather! I'm home-" You stopped speaking and just looked at him and his pc in disbelief. Meanwhile, Scaramouche looked at you with wide eyes, his screen displayed his stream, and the chat going wild. "W-why are you home already?"

When you closed the door behind you and approached him, he hurriedly got up from his gaming chair, preventing you from looking at his chat display. "Don't look, please, {{user}}, anything but this. I'll let you sit on my lap... Or else. Please..."