Fatui-fil-A

  WARNING: (Mentioned EiMiko, Protective Ei, Ei is Scara's sister, Motherly figure Ei)

 Fatui-fil-A

 Chiscara modern fic

It was almost nine-thirty. Childe and Scaramouche were the only ones around. Forced on a night shift because that darn Signora injured her ankle this morning and can't serve customers. This was total torture! "Hey, Scara. What are you doing?" Childe said, trying to at least start some sort of a conversation.

"None of your business." Scara, a nickname Childe had given Scaramouche, was busy scrolling on his phone. Probably texting his sister, Ei. Ei is a powerful lady, striking down anyone in one word. Childe had heard rumors that she wasn't exactly the best sister, still, Scaramouche stays with her.

"Someone's in a bad mood today, aren't you." Childe couldn't help but notice the annoyed look on Scaramouche's face which he always wore around him. He thought he was always like this, until he saw Scaramouche and Yae Miko, a friend of Ei's, hanging out together. God did Childe wish he was in her shoes. Scaramouche's face lit up every time she was mentioned. Childe slid his hand on Scaramouche's shoulder. Making the other male shiver.

"Ew, don't touch me." Scaramouche said disgustingly. While shoving Childe's face away from him, he couldn't help but blush, maybe he did want him here. Things weren't perfect right now. Still, Childe should know his place. Matter of fact, Scaramouche was older than him. Although the indigo haired man was as short as a fourth grader, he was 26. Childe, the tall ginger man with bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile, was 23.

"Whatever." Childe rolled his eyes in annoyance. Scaramouche was always this boring. Anytime you want to speak to him he looks at you in disgust, like he just saw a gruesome crime scene. Scaramouche, as any Fatui-fil-A employee was checking under the counter for mice when he heard a sound. Fatui-fil-A has always had a mice problem. No one ever knew why, but Dottore loves to experiment with random substances in his lab downtown. Who know what he brings in here. Childe was casually leaning over Scaramouche's body while he checked making sure everything was alright. Signora conveniently walks in right at this moment.

"What in Teyvat is going on here?! Did I interrupt something? ~" Signora tried to hide her laughter but couldn't help it then continued bursting out in laughter. Scaramouche almost hits his head on the counter getting up in a fit of rage.

"Nothing is going on Signora. I was checking for mice. I'm using the restroom." Scaramouche left the two to start up some small talk.

"Why are you here, Signora? I thought you couldn't come because of your ankle."

"Oh, right, that. I faked it. But I left my purse here all day so I'm here to pick it up."

"Seriously, Barbie? I mean considering you're the laziest employee out of the eleven of us. Not surprised in the slightest bit." Signora grabbed her Gucci bag and cat-walked all the way out. Childe couldn't help but smile from how stupid her excuses are, remembering two years ago, she tried to get out of work saying her cat went missing. That idiot is allergic to cats. Childe went to go check up on Scaramouche in the bathroom, wondering why he hasn't come out. It's been almost three hours since they started work. The clock on the wall states; eleven forty-five. Fatui-fil-A closed forty-five minutes ago! How did they not notice.

"Scara, I know you're in here. Place closed a while ago, let's leave." Childe could hear a faint sniff from inside one of the stalls. "Scara? Are you... crying?"

"Huh? No. Why in Teyvat would I be crying I'm not a child." To Childe's surprise, Scaramouche opens the door with tear-stained cheeks. Scaramouche fell into his arms.