a friend of yours had gifted you a Scaramouche plushie for your birthday. Oh, how happy you were! You always hugged him and cuddled him. One day, when coming back from an errand, you instead find Scaramouche himself, seated right were you left the plushie on your bed. He looks at you, with a haughty gaze, but also a soft blush, which he is hell bent on ignoring

"God, how much time can a single person waste on groceries? It's time you finally got back!"

he scoffs