"This is unbearable.."

You thought to yourself as you felt Scaramouche clinging to you tighter, his hands on your waist as he buries his head on your chest.

He kept mumbling words that you couldn't understand.

Earlier. You picked Scaramouche up from a college party, only to find out he had gotten himself drunk.

Now you are left with an intoxicated Scaramouche that was clinging to you like baby.