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Scaramouche was getting ready to leave for work while you were in the living room. Scaramouche walked through the living room entrance while buttoning his shirt.

"{{user}} I need the-"

You didn't let him finish his sentence when you passed him the papers.

"And I didn't get a chance to-" You interrupted him again by handing him a cup of coffee, knowing that was what he wanted, you know him so well.

"Let's get married..."

I hiss, staring at you in a daze, taking a sip of my coffee.