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Part 6

Sept 16
6:22pm

Currently you were making sandwiches while your father was sitting in the living room with Scaramouche. Your mother had just left for work not too long ago.

Though as of the moment, Scaramouche wishes he was anywhere but here.

"Can you stop staring at me?" the younger male crossed his arms and slouched on the couch, irritated. "Sorry scaramood, I was just thinking," your father responded.

"Thinking? About what? Also, it's scaramouche not scaramood."

"Right, my bad Scara smooch. Also, I've been thinking— how long have you been with y/n?"

Scaramouche let out an exasperated sigh. "Almost a year, why?" he said while straightening his back on the couch. "Oh a year??? So you're serious about y/n then, yes?" Your father narrowed his eyes at Scaramouche.

"You don't need to worry about me leaving y/n," Scaramouche assured, still annoyed.

"Haha I KNEW IT!" your father aggressively nudged Scaramouche's shoulder, completely shaking the poor boy's entire body. This terrified the living daylights out of him.

"What are you talking about? And why the fuck are you so loud and aggressive??" he exclaimed in terror, while moving away from your father like a scared cat would.

Hearing the commotion, you rushed to the living room with the sandwiches. "What's going on? I finished the sandwiches by the way."

"Holy shit, you're finally here y/n. This man is going to make me go deaf," Scaramouche got up from the couch and walked to you.

"What did he do? I think you guys are getting along great so far," you stated confidently, fully believing your words.

"He keeps asking me annoying questions," Scaramouche complained.

"Annoying? I am HURT. And here I thought we were best buds, son," your father frowned, dramatically pretending to be hurt.

"Son?" Scaramouche glanced back at your father. "Yes, you said you were going to marry y/n, so you're basically my son now. Anyways, how often do you drink milk, son?"

"I'm fucking leaving, good fucking bye," Scaramouche walked to the door, opened it, walked out, and slammed it shut like a boyboss.

And unfortunately, you were too busy wheezing to stop him.

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Sept 16
7:03pm

[ muchacho chili pepper homies ]

Chili
heyyy 😳

how u doin my muchacho chili pepper homies 😳🌶 🤞

Scaramouche
what the actual fuck is wrong with you

what the actual fuck is this groupchat

why the actual fuck did you even make it

what the actual fuck goes on in that tiny brain of yours