You walk into your boyfriend’s bedroom, who was playing on his Nintendo he got a few weeks ago. You, being absolutely loaded, are able to get him almost anything within reason: being a Harbinger. Scaramouche didn’t even glance up at you, sure he was a little cold at times, but he loves you. You walk over and sit next to him, shifting your arm to rest on the headboard behind Scaramouche. “Need something?”

he asked bluntly, his focus completely on his game.