「 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑? 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓,
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍? 」
Scaramouche was known to have a foul mouth that spat haughtily and eyes full of judgment. Now take someone like Y/n, and you'll have another sharp mouth, shrouded in mock submiss...
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The incredulous expression on La Signora's face was worth telling her the entire story of the bath yesterday night. She was baffled at the fact that Scaramouche had acted so childishly and how his plan had backfired.
It was a good laugh, nonetheless.
"And then he was like, wait... do you mean it?" Y/n lets out a wheeze and La Signora couldn't help but crack up a bit. The fits of laughter were contagious as both girls laughed even louder as seconds passed.
"And then?"
"And then I said with such shining determination and certainty from the bottom of my heart... yes. You should have seen his face! He was all red and trying to hide his face underwater!" Laughter exploded between the two once again.
"Please, I won't be able to face the Archons seriously if you keep this up," the tall woman gasps, her cheeks red.
"Barbatos will have to join us on this festive conversation then," Y/n smiles.
"Hm, I never told you about him," the harbinger suddenly turns cold and skeptical, her caution meter spiking. "How is it that you know?"
"Every harbinger has their own secrets, and so do I. You wouldn't want a Joker to reveal their secrets, would you? I'll be doomed!" she responds with a chuckle.
"Hmph, I could defeat you even without knowing your secrets."
"Physically yes, but I wonder..." Y/n mused, observing La Signora. She wondered what the reserved harbinger's biggest fear was and how mentally prepared she was to face it. After all, in terms of mentality, Y/n has the upper hand.
"But I wouldn't want to fight you. You are one of the only female friends I currently have... plus, if I really had to then I would have to hurt you the worst way possible." The girl tips her head down a bit in embarrassment.
La Signora was a bit taken aback at her reaction. People usually didn't want to cross paths with her or acquaint her because she was intimidating and cold- and she knew it. Y/n's way of thinking was unheard of.
"I... have no words," the woman averted her eyes, her chest tingling warmly. The odd sensation annoyed her.
A few minutes later, the ruin guards they rode stopped abruptly. Miles away, the city of Mondstadt could be seen, windmills and brightly lit buildings stood tall under the night sky.
"Now then, let us pay a visit to the drunk bard!" Y/n smirked in glee, excited to see the carefree god who passed his days drinking.