Every motion is executed with a delicate precision, your intent clear – to descend unnoticed by your brother and his friends who were almost always over at your house. You had spent the entire day confined to your room, painting your nails a cute navy blue, watching a few videos on youtube, even finishing that stupid assignment that you hadn't handed in thrice, hoping for your brother's friends to leave sooner or later.

That moment never came though. And so, feeling starved, you slowly and noiselessly wandered down the stairs, walking straight into the empty kitchen, complimenting and praising yourself mentally for having accomplished the task of not making any of the stairs creak. You had your airpods in, your phone in your left hand, as your reached up to open the cupboard, whispering along the lines of "Push me and choke me 'til I pass out" from the song currently playing. One of the girls, by The Weeknd.

"Say less"

As you slowly turned around, not-so-surprisingly, Scaramouche was standing at the kitchen door. Of course, he was always around in the wrong place at the wrong time.