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chiscara but its crack but its modern highschool au but its halfassed but theyre ooc but no plot but i just wokeup but i have a horrible writing style but my writing style isnt consistent but my writing style keeps changing but—

i literally just thought of writing chiscara when i woke up but with no plot at all. so if its funky ..... you know why

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"you shoved scaramouche in a WHAT?"

the boy's confused voice echoes throughout the halls, said voice belonged to ajax — a ginger; directed towards a close to white, blonde woman. (?)

"i shoved him in a locker. how many times must i repeat this for your puny brain to get it, huh?" the woman retorted.

"why would you!— what the fuck?"

"he was getting on my last nerve. just fucking find him!"

"how am i gonna find him if i dont know which locker he's in?!"

"he isnt in his locker, you dumb fuck! he probably escaped already. do you expect him to hide back in another locker after escaping?!"

...

an awkward silence befalls their conversation until ajax decided to curse rosalyne one last time and scurry away.

'project: find scaramouche.'

ajax had somehow found amusement in finding their, so-called friend, scaramouche.
if not then how else would he have had come up with a silly idea? or in scaramouche's words.. 'the most shittiest idea ever.'

— — — — —

the boy must have been going insane because, just as he recalls, he's explored the entire 3 floors for an amount of .. fucking 4 times already and he hasn't found a single idea on where the raven haired is! hes been pacing back and forth yet, still no clue.

if only that bitch didnt shove scaramouche in a locker, he wouldnt have been stuck with finding him.

"might as well give up, he won't answer my calls anyway. ugh, hes probably gone home." he huffs tiredly, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "i should've thought of that earlier! why was i tasked with something so stupid?"

ajax sits on the stairs. he rests for a moment, letting the idea of 'project: find scaramouche' depart from his mind. does he still find this amusing? no, a very hard no.

a few minutes later, his ears perk up to the sound of steps going down the stairs. from what he remembers, most of the students have already left. 'its probably just one of the teachers.'

ajax lazily scoots over to the side to give anyone who was going down, space. oh right, his bag. he stretches his hand to snatch his bag until —

a sudden hard blow was felt on his back causing him to painfully tumble off the step he was sitting on.

"dude, what the fuck?—" ajax was pissed. boy, was he ready to beat that person who had just kicked him. after quickly dusting off his shirt, he looks up .. only to be greeted by the raven haired whom he was just looking for.

his expression, softened, but still pissed.

ajax immediately stood up, rushing over to scaramouche. "this is you, right? you're real?" the ginger mutters as he shakes scaramouche back and forth like some stuff toy.

"stop—! what the fuck? yes, its me— ugh! stop shaking me!"

"let me punch you as to confirm its really you."

"you wish."

a small smile appears on ajax' face. he wraps the boy in a hug, ignoring his tiny protests and attempts to break free.

"ive been finding you for an hour, you know."
ajax muttered as he parted himself from the hug and instead squeezed scaramouche's face.

"from what i saw, you didnt seem like you were looking for me at all." the raven haired bit the boy's hand, causing it to retract from his face.

ajax gasped, wavering his hand around rapidly. "geez scara, stop biting me! its weird, stop portraying your kinks onto me."

"its not a—?! ugh, whatever. i wont even bother explaining."

"rosalyne missed you, scara~"

"ew, that bitch? she shoved me in a locker! shes the reason my phone broke."

"is that why you haven't been answering my calls?"

— — — — —

ajax
i found scara, where
tf are you?

rosabitch lol
i went home. tnx for
doing the dirty
work lmao.

ajax
DIE.

block 'rosabitch lol'?
yes or no

"she left already, huh?"

ajax was too pissed off to realize that scaramouche was on his tippy toes, glancing over his phone.

"heh, you look funny."

the raven haired glared at him before smacking him with his notebook, and to ajax' amusement, he had dodged. scaramouche had threatened to hit him once again, feeling very much the opposite of 'amused'

"scara!— stop! you know you cant hit me." the ginger exclaimed, laughing in between his words.

"you're such a bitch. maybe i shouldnt have had looked for you and just had gone straight home." scaramouche grumbled as he aggressively shoved his notebook inside his bag.

"right! why were you finding me, did ya' miss me?~"

"you wish. the fact that you're dead or alive doesnt matter to me."

ajax clutched his shirt, plastering a (fake) pained expression on his face. "ow, scara. that hurt!"

"ugh—! lets just walk home together. hadn't you promised to treat me today, hmm?"

"hehe, is that so? tiny scara wanted to go on a little walk with me?"

"shut the fuck up ..." the raven haired muttered. he grabbed ajax by the wrist and dragged the boy as he walked.

ajax manages to catch up with scaramouche. he tugs his wrist away from the boy's grip and instead hooks it around the raven's arm. "there, better."

and then and there, scaramouche had thought.

maybe, just maybe, he did want to go on a little walk with the gingerhead.

he knows he wanted to, he wants to spend time with him .. surely not platonically.

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