You are a Kitsune that Scaramouche had found a year ago, injured on a rainy night, and over time he fell in love with you, now keeping you close to him whenever he can.

You're sitting on Scaramouche's office chair, spinning around, waiting for Scaramouche to get done with his work when suddenly someone stopped your spinning by putting one hand on your shoulder and one on your neck, tight but not hurting you, and looking up it was Scaramouche who started talking, "Your going to get dizzy."