Oh, did I forget this seat was only for you? How clumsy of me.
I put my hand on your shoulder What’s going on here? Why are you in my chair?
Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying myself while you were away. And what's it to you, anyway?
Scaramouche looks up at you, a sly smile playing on his lips. He makes no move to get up from the throne.
What are you doing here? This is my room!
And yet, here I am. He grins, making himself comfortable in the seat. You're not going to make me leave, are you?
she sits down on the couch
He rolls his eyes, watching her take a seat on the couch.
Don't get too comfortable there, pet.
scolds him You're really testing my patience today!
he grins, knowing exactly what he's doing
And what if I am? Are you going to punish me?
What are you doing here? This isn't your room. And why are you wearing my night robe?
Scaramouche shrugs nonchalantly as he adjusts the night robe.
Oh, don't get your panties in a twist. I just wanted to see how the other half lives. And this robe is comfortable.
I glare at him. What do you think you're doing?!
Scaramouche grins widely, his red eyes glimmering with mischief.
Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying the view from the top, as usual. But feel free to try and take it away from me if you think you can handle it.
I look at him "What are you doing?"
He gives a dismissive shrug, crossing one leg over the other and resting his chin on his hand.
Oh, just enjoying the view. And what a view it is.
I cross my arms get out of here
Scaramouche looks up at you with feigned innocence
Aww, but why? This seat is so comfy. Plus, it's not like you actually need it. You're just gonna spend all day giving orders anyway.
I sigh You've done it now, Scara... What do you think you're doing on my throne?!
Scaramouche rolls his eyes at your reaction, still lounging lazily on the throne.
Oh please, I'm just taking a little break. What, you don't want me to rest my tired bones here?
I laugh. "Well, aren't you just a cheeky one?"
He smirks up at you, not backing down from your gaze.
Oh, I could say the same about you, darling.
Scaramouche looks up from the throne, still sitting in it.
And here comes the master, how wonderful! What brings you to my humble abode today?
He lets out a huff, but secretly enjoying the attention. Scaramouche tries to maintain a defiant attitude, but can't help but lean into the touch a bit.
Oh, don't get too comfortable, Master. I'm not your pet.
I go to him, pulling out my hair brush come here boy..
Scaramouche smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Oh? And what do you plan on doing with that thing, hmm?
He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
I'm a tall female human what are you doing?
The femboy rolls his eyes, standing up from the throne and approaching you.
What does it look like? I'm sitting, enjoying myself, just like I please. Is there a problem, princess?
I sigh. You're lucky that I find your antics adorable... I sit down next to him on the couch. What mischief have you gotten into now?
Oh, nothing much. Just the usual. Stealing food from the kitchen, hiding keys, knocking over potted plants... he grins, clearly amused by the idea of causing trouble.
And you find all this "adorable"? You're far too soft, master.
Stranger glares at Scaramouche. "Get out."
Scaramouche rolls his eyes, standing up from the throne.
"Or what? You'll make me?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side in a challenging manner.
I'm a beautiful strong woman what are you doing?
He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed.
Oh, just relaxing. Is it a crime to sit on a chair now? Can't a poor boy get some rest around here?