Modern chiscara

Chapter 11: Tease?

Author's note:

the cover for this story is so unserious help

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Childe noticed that Scaramouche would visit the cafe often. He was the type to have the same order for a week and have a completely different one next week, and then it repeats like an endless cycle. Not like he was complaining, he could see the Inazuman almost every day.

Somehow, Childe had managed to memorize his orders. Today, he would order a small bowl of Chicken Alfredo and a large cup of Strawberry Latte.

He waited expectantly for the Inazuman to arrive, unconsciously smiling, leading to Sandrone looking down at him in disgust.

"What are you smiling at? The group of elderly?"

Childe scowled at her remark, flashing her the finger before replying, "I'm friends with your Inazuman idol."

She froze for a moment, Childe smirked once he knew she remembered the embarrassing things she did in the past. He dreamt of the day he could blackmail her instead of the usual him being her victim.

"Uh...the wanderingpuppet? I was shocked when he was here for the first time." Sandrone smiled, "And you're friends with him? Cool."

The ginger frowned at the lack of embarrassment on her face, so he continued, "Remember that time you bought an interactive body pillow-"

"Small bowl of Chicken Alfredo and A large strawberry latte please." A familiar voice sounded, and the both of them turned to Scaramouche, who was staring back at them.

Childe could see a faint blush appearing on the girl's face before she nodded and wrote it down for him. She quickly passed it to the taller and made a fake smile.

"Oh, yes, yes." She said, turning at Childe with anger. "You see that? Do it."

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"If you've got nothing to say, why stay here?" Scaramouche asked, I snickered at his remark before leaning dangerously closer, "Why not?"

"What's up with you?" He growled; he obviously didn't like me watching him eat when I'm supposed to work. But what can I do about it? He's too fucking pretty to resist.

Work can wait.

I've been getting a sense of 'want' these days, I had been more flirtatious, and Signora noticed it every time I was with Capitano. Capitano was my bro; he knew I was just messing around and that I didn't have any feelings for him. Signora, being the braindead witch she is, suspected we had something going on.

"Can't I spend time with a friend?" I replied with a smirk, making him frown in disgust. Despite having such unpleasant emotion, his eyes were as pretty as ever...and so was his soft lips-

"Disgusting, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend."

Ouch, that hurt.

"I pulled a lot of girls back then, see these muscles?" I flexed my arm, making him furrow his eyebrows, it was entertaining to tease him... I should do it often.