The ginger harbinger froze. Not knowing what to say for the first time in his entire life. Everyone knows that Childe was such an eloquent magpie and there's pretty much nothing to stop him from being such a lousy mouth. But not this time. As his brain tried to squeeze out the word, the long haired girl has opened up her other eye to fully glare at him."Fuck off, you sicko."
And then she... cursed.Yeah, that's pretty much the very first word Scaramouche had said to him.
Childe doesn't take it that seriously. He knows a lot of people who get into a foul mood when got interrupted while they're asleep. The girl must be one of that kind. He was the one who's at fault. So what he did was apologizing and taking his leave in that awkward silence. No objection being done. And things went by apace just like any other weeks for the ginger harbinger.The real moment they ever faced each other though, it was much simpler than that.
One typical not oh so extraordinary day in Snezhaya, the weather is freezing cold. The air is thick. And a 'Childe' is bored. Obviously. With no new missions subjected to either of the remaining harbingers at the Tsarita's castle, the ginger harbinger simply bought up the topic to SignoraWhy do you think they keep hiding the Sixth in that lab?"
A cold gaze and a half-annoyed sound the Crimson Witch made before accompanying with a high-pitched noise that Childe becomes accustomed to nowadays.
"What is your obsession with the Balladeer honestly?"
"Nothing," He lied. And Signora saw through it completely. So he just shrugged. "I'm just curious. Doctor has been quiet about it for awhile now. And no one can enter that place except for her majesty, so I just..."
