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scaramouche was working on his desk, fatui business never ended, and he was banging his head for new plots and evil plans. he actually felt stressed for the first time in his life, and he had to run his hand through his thick purple hair boundless of times just because it helped him think. his mind was hazy, a mess; it was filled with darkness, and nothing was working well for him this late at night.
he felt something tugging his tunic, and that set him off badly. he spun around and yelled. "fuck off! im not in the mood for- oh. its you."
you were standing behind his chair, his cloth in between your fingers as his purple eyes softened once he saw you. you weren't upset that he yelled, you knew he was like that, and you knew he immediately calmed down whenever he saw you. he sighed and stood up from his chair, almost towering over you as you were quite short in height compared to him.
he wrapped his arms around your waist and stared at you, his eyes cold but loving. "what do you want, love."
"ive received an invitation to a party in childe's house tomorrow night." you said, pulling out the letter from your pocket. his eyes skimmed towards it, but wasn't quite happy with the fact that it was a letter from his harbinger friend. or, enemy, if he'd call that.
"why is that bustard sending letters to my girlfriend? unless you're having an affair with that idiot." he snatched the letter from your hand and turned away from you, tearing it open and reading the content. you happily sat down on the chair on his desk and patted the table.
