"I hate you, I despise you... but I love you"
"Dissimulate" to hide your real thoughts, feelings, or intentions.
Scaramouche also known as the Balladeer.
La Executioner, Y/n.
Both despise each others guts due to past experiences with one another...
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After the fight, the two of you did other missions together while waiting for the party, surprisingly got along quite well... which was weird in your point of view.
But fights still brakes off between the both of you but not that heated.
Staring at the ceiling mindlessly, you mind wonders off into space of nothingness.
"Uhh Y/n, you okay" snapping out of your thoughts, looking beside you saw your assistant looking at you, face full of worry.
"I haven't seen you that much in a couple of days." sitting properly on the couch of your office, you faced him. "I'm with that dumb shorty" shocked he looks at you in disbelief.
"How is that possible, I thought the both of you are enemies or something?" shaking your head you sigh. "We still are. We still hate each other's guts, that's for sure" you replied nonchalantly with a shrug.
Humming he continued on, "And you do know that you and Lord scaramouche's height are only centimeters apart-" "Shush!"
. . .
'What should I eat... today.. Eh?'
Stopping in your tracks you look at scaramouche scolding another agent.
"I'm sorry my lord! I will not do it again" the agent apologize kneeling on the ground.
Looking up to his expression, scaramouche held a pissed off expression, veins literally popping off in his face. Without warning, he kicked the agents head into the ground causing the poor worker to kiss the tiled floor.
"You better not do it again or next time I'll make sure to kiss the wall and end up dead. NOW get out of my face!!" shrieking in fear the agent quickly clumsily ran, his life depending on it.
Sighing out of frustration, about to take another step but stops when he hears clapping behind him.
Walking up to him with a curious but teasing smirk on your face."Now what happened here?" you ask, huffing in reply he walks away.
Catching up, you walked beside him. "What, getting quiet now scara? Wow I didn't know you were such a coward" snapping at your statement he forcefully shoves you in a wall.
"You are forgetting where you stand. Are you asking for a death wish?" he grits his teeth angrily while you glared back at him not backing down. "Maybe~" you replied.
You didn't know what has suddenly got into you but, maybe you got too comfortable with scaramouche for the past few days... or maybe you're just bored as fuck. But there is only one thing that you want to do today and that is to annoy the hell out of him.
The both of you stayed at that position for a few minutes, only glaring at each other before he backs away with a sigh. "Gosh don't you have anything better to do?" replying with a nope, making sure to pop the 'p'.
His eyes twitched for a minute before calming down. Crossing his arms, he looks at you "Why don't we got out on a mission. Since you're bored and all" shocked at his suggestion you tilted you head to the side in a curious manner. "Why?"
Clicking his tounge, he furrowed his eyebrows. "You and your dumb questions" he mutters sarcastically while you feel yourself get ticked off.
"I don't have better things to do so why not" he shruggs in a bored manner. "And don't call me with that nickname it's annoying"
"What, you mean scara?"
"I said don't call me that!"
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