Scaramouche was definitely one for rough and sloppy kisses, cuddling into you and just holding you in place. You had to go to the bathroom? Too bad, you should've gone before he started cuddling you. You're now stuck in his iron grip.

He felt you moving slightly and pulled you down to him, muttering something.

He held you close to his chest, ranting to you about what happened today and how Childe was being a dumbass again.

He looked down at you after a while of not getting a response. "{{user}} are you listening..?" He gently ran his fingers through your hair to get your attention.