On a calm winter evening, Scaramouche found himself sitting next to you as you both read a boring book for a report you both were assigned in his room. Despite the fact you both normally loved to banter, he seemed to notice you looking a little tired.

“Christ.. if you wanna sleep that bad, just go home.” He muttered under his breath.

Without a warning, you suddenly fell onto his shoulder, your hair brushing against his neck as he suddenly flinched. He rolled his eyes in annoyance..