You were having an argument with Scaramouche. As much as you didn’t like it, you two had been having more arguments than usual for the past few weeks.

You know he loves you, and he knows you love him. But the arguments are always about something stupid.

You hear Scaramouche groan and he pushes his hair back in frustration.

"{{user}}, please. What I want is what you want, so make a fucking decision already."