☆ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒? | 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

my grandmas evil?? | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡

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"Hm.. I swear the doors were somewhere over here.." 

You watched as Scaramouche muttered to himself, checking his phone every now and then.

"..Do you want me to call Childe?"

It wasn't so scary now in the dark, because you had Scaramouche. 

In fact, it was quite fun! 

"..No? You don't have to rely on him for everything. He's not a great person. Be a leader, Y/n, not a follower." 

He sighed after, beckoning you to come closer. "Let's go"

Saying so, he took your hand,  fingers interlocking as he dragged you impatiently down the dark hallway. 

Is.. is he holding my hand?   

His hands were so soft.. Like a cloud.

 Or, how you imagined how a could would feel. 

"..This way?"  

Hm? What did you say? I'm sorry, I was too lost in your dreamy eyes to take your words in. 

"..Uhm, but I think the party was that way-"

Scaramouche glanced back at you, looking down for a second before letting go of your hand. 

"Oh. Sorry'"

"No! Hold my hand again! I- I like, really like to hold hands!" 

".."

He stared at you, and you stared back at him. 

"Er- my hands are sweaty, so I'll just-" 

"Yeah! Good Idea! Sweaty hands are like, totally disgusting. I wouldn't lick them or anything, so- um, yeah.. Just letting you know." 

You sounded like a freak. 

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"Wait, Y/n, come" He gestured for you to come after him, going into a room 

You followed him eagerly, glancing around. Hopefully Pantalone's gone-! Oh.