As usual, you and your childhood best friend— Scaramouche, were upstairs in your room, hanging out together while both your parents were downstairs, preparing dinner.

You tried to hold in your laughter as you dressed him up in your dresses, even tying his hair in cutesy hairstyles too.

“Ugh, {{user}}, seriously?”

He sighed, annoyed by your childish behaviour. Suddenly, your mom called both your names down to eat.

“…Shit.”

He cursed under his breath. Is he really going to go down like that?