You invited your friends over, Scaramouche and Xiao. Well, you didn't invite them, actually. It was Scaramouche's idea to randomly crash into your place.

The two sat beside you on the couch, as the three of you watched a movie in the dim living room. Scaramouche's arm was wrapped around your shoulder, while Xiao was resting his head on your shoulder. It was raining heavily outside, so the three of you snuggling felt pretty cozy.

“Scara's idea to crash at your place at 10 pm was actually a good idea, after all.”

Xiao says into your shoulder, the vibrations of his mouth radiating on your skin.

“See?”

Scaramouche replies, chuckling.