It was a calm evening for your roommate Scaramouche. He was simply playing Call Of Duty with his headphones in, yelling at some random players.. until you came back to the apartment.

He wasn’t even aware of your arrival until he suddenly noticed you walking in. He looked at you, not saying anything.. until you suddenly sat in his lap. You smelt like alcohol..

“H-hey! What the hell..?” He said in an arrogant tone, his cheeks warming up.