Fuckass... || ChiScara

17.

Doll⚡💜: Meet me at Starsnatch.

🖕: 👀

🖕: The couples place~

🖕: How scandalous of you~

Doll⚡💜: Shut up. 

Doll⚡💜: Just meet me there, okay?

🖕: Feisty

🖕: But sure, I'll indulge you <3

Doll⚡💜: Good.

Doll⚡💜: See you there. 

🖕: Funny how you're asking me to meet you there on such a day, see you there though~

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As always, Childe was already there when I arrived, legs swinging over the edge as if he hadn't fallen off of there once. As I sat down, the bells on my hat jingled and a rattle sounded from the purple bag slung over my back, and I heard quiet humming from the ginger, whose eyes were closed. Instead of saying something, I nudged him harshly in the side with my elbow, causing the rattle from my bag to sound out again.

"I love how you tell me to meet you and are still late." - Childe

He laughed lightly at me, shaking his head before opening his gorgeous, dead blue eyes.

"Whoops?" - Scaramouche

My words dripped with sarcasm, I don't really care that I'm always late with him, and if he minded he would have stopped meeting up with me by now. Though I did also chuckle slightly, halfheartedly trying to cover it up by placing my hand over my mouth partially. The shake throughout my body from the chuckle caused yet another rattle in my bag, causing my eyebrows while one of Childe's to raise.

"What's in the bag?" - Childe

I harshened my glare as the familiar redish-pink tint that often formed on my cheeks around him appeared again, thinking of the answer to his question. The glare was mostly just to help keep myself composed though.

"Well, you know what day it is, don't you? Dumbass." - Scaramouche

"Is it my birthday?" - Childe

Ugh, I hate him. It is not his birthday. It's the 14th of February. Not the 20th of July. My glare turned genuinely annoyed at the idiot.

"Kidding, kidding, don't scrunch up your face so much, it's ugly enough as is~ It's Valentine's day, why?" - Childe

With a slight gasp, he quickly nudged me and spoke before I could even respond to his question.

"Did you get something from the astronomer with the cute thighs?" - Childe

"Yes, it's Valentine's day. No, I did not get anything from Mona. Nor would I want anything from her." - Scaramouche

I brushed off my anger at literally everything he had just said, preparing myself for the next thing I was going to do. My face lit up even more with the red just at the thought.

"It's something for you." - Scaramouche

I pulled the purple, half checkered bag off of my back, slipping a small striped box out of it, the rattle could be heard again as chocolate moved and hit the sides of the box. A small, messily written note was taped to the box, it read, "Will you be my Valentine's?" I placed it on his thigh, looking away quickly as I did, afraid of what he'd say. After a few terrifying seconds of silence, he didn't even really say anything proper. Fuck him.