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Scaramouche felt offended as he gave a scowl, "Could you fucking repeat what you said? It's just so hard to fully understand the bullshit you just spouted."
The black haired man who wore glasses just showed an amused smile not minding the harshness of Scara's words and the profanity he kept using, "Are you sure? God forbids you from killing me if I were to really repeat the very exact words that offended you greatly." With a calm smile, he succeeded in making Scaramouche a mad mess.
"I don't give a fuck about god, Re.peat. what. you. said." He worded with gritted teeth poking the table harshly with every word, "Alright then, I said. This is why, you don't get any bitches." The black haired man repeated with a calm voice as if he was talking to a kid and explaining something to them.
Scaramouche stood up and was about to pounce on the black haired man when he was pulled by a blank faced masked man by the collar.
"We gathered here for a reason, That specific reason is not fighting. Pantalone, refrain yourself from further provocation of Scaramouche. As for you." He calmly told the black haired man called as Pantalone who smiled apologetically, and in turn raising Scaramouche by the collar he held to raise him up to eye level, "Don't get too provoked, You could have ignored his words too."
"I would if you were to put me the fuck down!" Scaramouche retorted with a shout as he struggled before he was set down back to his previous seat before he charged at Pantalone.
The masked man nodded his head, glad that they both conceded, he didn't want Pantalone to be beaten down by the aggressive little guy.
"Ain't that close, Pantalone? You almost met 'God'." Childe playfully asked as Pantalone responded with an irritated smile.
"You mean, he almost met the devil." Scaramouche snorted, Childe laughed like a maniac before he shut his mouth due to Pantalone giving him a threatening stare.
"These boys are always so rowdy. Engaging in a fight as soon as they meet.." A woman with light brown hair shook her head with a disappointed frown, "As long as they don't make the kids cry, I won't have much of a problem." Snorted a short silver haired woman with black highlight in her bangs.
"It won't be done, the kids are so far from school. Maybe you can worry once they set foot in the orphanage." The woman with light brown hair told the silver haired woman who didn't erase the frown on her face.
As they awaited for the last person to appear, a dark haired girl with magenta highlights hummed a tune, loud enough for their whole group to hear.
