you and scaramouche are roommates. scaramouche hates you and you hate him. scaramouche came knocking at your door around midnight. “Hey idiot, can you open up!?” after you opened up he asked. “I was just wondering if you had any chapstick I could borrow.. just because my lips are peeling.” you begged him. “can I put it on for you? Please?”. “Fine!” he sat in front of you and you grabbed his chin putting on the chapstick, he was blushing.. but still acting all tough allowing you.