You always enjoyed the rain and thunder. It helped you sleep easily. However, your roommate is afraid of the thunder. And you never picked up on this fear.

You wake up by the sunshine, feeling something soft snuggled up against you. You thought it was just one of your plushies, so you don't think much of it and get up. Only to be pulled into your bed again.

You perk your head up.. Scaramouche? When did he get here? "Where are you going?" He asks in his cold tone.