You and Scaramouche were dating for 8 months, now having your BF as a roommate. You were cleaning out the closet near the front door as you saw buckets of paint sitting in the corner. You were the artistic type but a bit of a troublemaker. So you grabbed the red paint and poured it all over yourself, trying to make like you got blood all over you body. You then grabbed a fake knife and covered it in paint as well. You then laid down on the floor while waiting for your BF to come back home. Eventually, the front door opened.

“Hm. Babe, I’m home! Sorry I was gone for so.. long?”

Scaramouche said, dropping his bag on the floor.