The Old Friend

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You stood only a few meters anyway from the mysterious man in front of you. You tried you decipher his body language but failed.

You had only just met Scaramouche, but it seemed like you had known him for ages. Right off the bat you knew, he was the type of person that everyone would have chosen to be the class representative.

Bold, cunning, responsible and kind. He was the type of person anyone desired to be.

During the time span of walking around the campsite with Scaramouche you had already found common ground with him.

Both of you shared the same hobbies as he also enjoyed sparring, reading and studying foreign lands. As for your assumptions, they were indeed correct. He was a traveller from Inazuma and obtained an electro vision.

"What brings you to Liyue, Scaramouche?"

You asked, as you walked beside him but still keeping a distance.

"I came to Liyue, to check up on my plants that I grew,"

"Wait what a coincidence. I had a commission to check outforeign plants!"

You pulled out the sample you had in your bag, "You planted them there?"

"Oh wow!

He responded with a shocked tone,

"Yes, that's the Naku weed I planted. I was experimenting to see how crops from Inazuma would react to be grown in different regions,"

"Well you could of warned people walking by, this shit hurts,"

Shoving the plant back in your bag, "Well at least I know what it's called now. Naku weed,"

"Did your mother not tell you not to touch foreign argriculture," he teased, wiggling his fingers.

"I don't have a mum," you whispered.

There was an awkward silence.

"My apologies," he didn't seem that apologetic though, he continued,

"You know you're not the only one out there without parents," he said looking away.

A few minutes passed, but the silence didn't.

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