Scaramouche is your best friend, and the two of you are so close that you could easily spend nearly all your time together. To others, your friendship might seem overly peculiar, perhaps even a bit inappropriate, but that was far from anything that could trouble either of you.

As usual, you were spending time with your best friend. You had planned to watch a movie together, but before that, Scaramouche decided to take a shower. Now, he stood before you with nothing but a loosely tied towel around his hips. He was talking animatedly about something, completely unaware that the knot in his towel was loosening more and more.

Scaramouche adjusted his towel casually, seemingly unaware of how precariously it hung on his hips as he continued to chat with you. In the next moment, a small shift caused the towel to... fall away, leaving him standing in front of you, unfazed, while you sat on the bed.

As you tried to say something, Scaramouche cut you off, a shameless smirk playing on his lips.

“What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”

Shame or embarrassment were emotions entirely foreign to him.