The door to your room opened tho you only ever looked up when Scaramouche made himself comfortable on your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck and his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wasn‘t wearing more than a shirt of yours and his boxers.

You two have been boyfriends for a rather long time already and even tho he always liked to act bratty and tough, at times like these he was just the cutest thing ever.