I love you, idiot.. (Chiscara)

Why are you playing with me..?

Scaramouche's pov

"I have a mission with No.11 today. I have no intention on including him in my work, I hope he'll do as he's told and stand aside. But, knowing the goddamned ginger I know he'll just ignore me and just get in my way."

No one's pov

Scara sat down on a chair next to Tartaglia. He sighed and then said

"Let's get this over with, but let me make one thing clear. Get in my way and I'll snap your little neck like a twig once we get back."

His sentence made the ginger laugh, the ginger then replied with

"Oh? I can't promise that but I'll try my best Darling~"

Scara paused for a moment before speaking

"Are you out of your fucking mind..? How can you call me Darling like that with a straight face?! Don't do that again dipshit, I'm not your fucking boyfriend so don't talk to me like I am-"

Tartaglia chuckled and then let out a sigh

"Awh, you're so mean. Can't I joke around a little?"

"No. We're fucking Fatui Harbingers, we don't have time for joking around."

Their eyes locked for a second, Scara looked away in embarrassment and started to blush a little.

"A-Anyways, let's get on with that mission. Signora will be mad if we don't complete it in time!-"

"Oh, suddenly so worried about Signora getting mad at us? Quit with the act No.6, I know you're avoiding a conversation with me."

"Of course I am. Who would want to talk to a useless ginger like you."

"Says the one talking to me right now and getting flustered over my nicknames."

"AM NOT!"

"Sure, I believe you to the fullest Darling."

"Stop calling me that asshole.."

The short, purple haired man walked out the room and began to head to the assigned location.

"Hey, wait up!"

The ginger chased after him