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Part 16

Oct 5
6:30pm

The Tsaritsa crossed her arms and looked in disgust as Dottore was fallen in front of her.

Scaramouche threw him and just left, so the Tsaritsa didn't have much context but she could assume what had happened.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" She glared at the curly haired male who's eyes were fixed upon the floor.

He remained silent and the Tsaritsa clicked her tongue in annoyance. She approached the male and grabbed him by the hair, "if you don't explain yourself, I'm sending you back to jail."

Dottore burst out in laughter the moment she finished her sentence. "Do it. I don't care. Besides, I don't have anything to say," the male scoffed.

"Tsk. You're foolish. Didn't I tell you to move on from the revenge on Scaramouche? Why didn't you listen?"

"It's simple. Because I hate him."

"And for what reason?"

"No reason. I just hate him. And I wanted to see him in pain. That's all."

The Tsaritsa shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe she was once friends with this man.

"Your obsessed, Dottore. This obsession needs to end."

Dottore looked up at the Tsaritsa and rolled his eyes. "It's not a phase, mom."

The Tsaritsa facepalmed herself. She let go of his hair and sighed. "This isn't a joke. If you continue this behavior, it won't end well for you."

"Do as you wish, m'lady. I have nothing left to lose."

The Tsaritsa ruffled her hair in frustration. Clearly, she wasn't getting anywhere with him.

"Pantalone," she called out.

Moments later, another male arrived in a rush.

"You called?" He spoke.

"Take Dottore out of my sight. I'll deal with him later," she ordered.

And Pantalone did as she said.

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Oct 5
6:48pm

Scaramouche arrived quickly at your home, though Childe hadn't arrived yet. Upon entering your house, your father noticed the indigo haired man right away.

"Oh my, is that Scaramouche, my son. How are you?" your father asked as the Scaramouche took a seat on the couch beside you.

"You got my name right this time, good job. And I'm fine," Scaramouche responded with his usual irritated tone. But your father paid no attention to that.

"Glad to hear that!" he said as he glanced at his wounded arm. "Gasp. What happened to your arm?"

"Scara got into a fight but it's alright. No need to worry about it," you explained briefly to which your father nodded.

As you were about to treat Scaramouche's arm, Childe arrived.

"IT'S YA BOY CHILDE," he shouted as he walked inside. Scaramouche facepalmed himself and you simply laughed.