❝ NO WAY. SCARAMOUCHE LIKES Y/N L/N ❞
# ━━ ❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you find out the
man who you thought hated you has
a crush on you due to his annoying
ass friends' tweet ❞
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☆ NOW PLAYING... AFTER LAST NIGHT bruno mars & friends ! 0:00 ───|────── 0:00
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" SO, WHAT you're saying... she actually gave you the gawk gawk 69000?"
Childe repeats under his breath, purposefully making his voice loud enough for the people before him to hear. Scaramouche instantly groans, burying his head in his hands. "Ok– why the fuck do you have to always say it like that?" He scoffs, standing up to walk into the kitchen.
The ginger furrows his brows, holding back the urge to roll his eyes as he glimpsed out the window where you were getting in a car filled with your friends. Scaramouche is quite– actually, very dramatic. He asks, confusion in his tone, "What's wrong with how I'm saying it?"
"You could've just said we had sex," Scaramouche says, no emotion in his tone as he speaks. "It's that simple." He opens the kitchen cabinet before slamming it closed as he sees a white-haired male with a red streak holding a bottle of wine to his chest in it.
Childe shrugs, leaning back into a chair. "Well, that's just how I function, okay?" He defends, aiming a remote at a TV. "So, if you don't like it–"
"–I don't."
"–Then you can just shut the fuck up," the ginger says, rolling his eyes as he glances at Scara to see his reaction. Unfortunately for him, the purple-headed boy had a blunt expression on his face, unaffected by his roommates' words as he to find food in their kitchen.
