Comrades or More?

Chapter 15

Scara's pov

The scent of crisp autumn air rushed through the window in a cool breeze which woke me up, however i kept my eyes closed. There was warmth below me so i snuggled into it. Then i felt something move beneath me.

"Hm.. ah, good morning comrade" i heard a raspy and tired sounding, but familiar voice say, which caused my eyes to quickly open. "Did you sleep well?" I looked up at the ginger.

"Uh.." i just stayed there silent and confused.

"You okay..?" Childe asked as he stared into my eyes also confused.

"Yeah, just.. wasn't i in the tavern?"

"Yes, but you got drunk and passed out so i carried you back" he shrugged.

"Oh.. did you drop me or something when you brought me back? My head hurts.." i rubbed the front of my head with my hand.

"That, dear mouchie, is called a hangover, and it'll go away eventually, or you can take pain killers-" i interrupted him.

"Don't call me that" i tried to get up then noticed our position. "Ayo, the heck..?" I stared up at the ginger confused.

"Oh, this, you had a nightmare and you looked like you needed a hug so.." he removed his arms from my back and let me sit up. "You feeling alright? You're face is really red.."

I quickly sat up and slid off the bed. "Yeah im fine, i uh.. need to fix my hair.." i began walking to the bathroom.

"Tch, you've needed to fix it ever since i cut it.." childe mumbled from the other room.

"I heard that!!" I yelled, then looked in the mirror. "Childe.."

"Yeah?" He yelled before walking towards the bathroom and leaned on the doorframe.

"Why the heck am i wearing your shirt?!" I glared at him.

"Woah, calm down short ass, yours had alcohol on it and dried blood" he rolled his eyes.

"It's frickin huge on me.." i looked in the mirror.

"Yep, and you look ridiculous" he snickered.

"Ugh.. get this off of me" i took the shirt off and threw it in Childe's face.

"The heck was that for?" He asked as he pulled the shirt off his head.

"I don't know, but I don't want it so you take it" i stared at myself in the mirror for a second before sighing and fixing my hair. "Does it look okay now?" I asked then looked at childe.

"Uh" he chuckled. "Let me help you" he walked over to me and combed his fingers through the back of my hair that I couldn't see. "There you go" he pat my head.

"Hey don't do that, my head already hurts" i giggled before playfully swiping at his hand.

"Oh yeah, ill go get you some pain killers, stay here" he tossed the shirt on my bed, then i heard the door close.

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Childe's pov

I began to walk down the hall to the receptionist desk. Once i got there i rang the little bell and a boy, probably about sixteen, poked his head out from the door leading to the employees area.

"Oh, hello there, can i help you?" He asked.

"Um, yes actually. Do you have any pain killers? My friend has a hangover and-"

"Ohhh, you're that guy who was carrying that other guy yesterday. But yeah, i have some, they're in the little store over here, but my dads own the place, so you can take them for free" he smiled at me.

"That's very generous of you, thank you" i grabbed a box of painkillers.

"No problem" he said as he walked back into the room he was in before, then i began to walk back down the hall before hearing a name that sent shivers down my spine. I peeked my head around the corner and saw two fatui diplomats talking.

I couldnt really make out what they were saying, but i knew i heard them say "dottore" and "the balladeer" a few times. 'Well.. guess this place isnt super safe either' i thought. Then walked back to where scara was.

Once i entered the room i saw scara on his bed with a blanket wrapped around him.

"Oh, welcome back" he said "did they have anything?"

"I got you some pain killers. Take two of these" i handed him the box. "Ill go get you some water" i walked to the bathroom and filled a small cup with water. Then i headed back and handed it to scara who was trying to figure out how to open the packaging, after about two minutes, he finally got it. "Here, just take those, it should go away quickly" then he took the pain killers and sat there for a minute. "Feel any better..?" I asked.

"Yeah.. thanks.." he flopped back onto his bed. (They're magic pain killers ig.. yeah) "so what do we do about the shirt situation..?" He crossed his arms over his chest again.

"We can probably get your shirt washed, but you need something to wear until then, you're going to be cold" i said as i sat on my bed. "I say you just wear what you had on earlier"

"You mean your shirt?" He asked and i nodded. "Yeah.. i think not.. id rather freeze, thanks" he looked towards the window.

"That's a bit extreme.. its just a shirt.." i mumbled.

"Yeah, your shirt.."

"So? What's the big deal? I don't see an issue with it. You asking me to change your shirt for you.. that was kinda weird, but-"

"I did what?!" He stared at me shocked.

"Yesterday, when you were drunk, you asked me to change your shirt for you" i chuckled thinking about it. Then i looked up at him and he looked extremely confused and flustered. "Pft- you're face is so red" i laughed.

"No it isn't.." he turned to face away from me.

"Oh cmon, it is kinda funny though-" i noticed something resembling an electro symbol, covered in scratches, on his back. "Hey.. what's that..?" I asked in a concerned tone.

"What's what?" He sounded confused.

I got up and walked over to him. "This" i tapped the mark on the base of his neck. Which he immediately covered it with his hand and dropped his blanket.

"It's nothing.." he seemed a bit worried.

"It's not 'nothing' based on how you said that.. its also covered in scratches.. or scars.. did you try to cut it out..?" I pulled his hand away from it.

"Childe stop it!" He yanked his hand back and stood up, his back facing away from me. "It's not your problem, so leave it alone"

"Scara.." i stared into his eyes, they had begun to water up. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out then he walked to the bathroom again. I tried to follow him but he closed the door. "Hey come on, let me in.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have messed with it" i rested my hand on the doorknob but he didn't respond. 'Maybe he just needs a minute..' I thought to myself. I grabbed my jacket and walked back to the lobby.

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Heyyo, i have returned :DD and i will hopefully be updating more frequently, it probably wont be as often as it was before, but I'll probably publish stuff as soon as i write it. But y'all are still amazing and remember to hydrate!