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𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄
𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏 |𝘙𝘌𝘑𝘌𝘊𝘛
"..hi." his voice was soft and deep. you immediately flushed, which, obviously, made you embarrass yourself. "goddamn. you sound hot as hell." there was an awkward moment of silence. "god, i'm sorry. i just... say stuff when i'm nervous."
there was another beat of silence before you heard scaramouche chuckle softly. "nervous? why the hell are you nervous?" he asked teasingly. you groaned and put your head in your hands. "shut up. i'm fucking awkward on call. "
scaramouche laughed before clicking the facetime button. you squeaked in surprise. "no! i look like hell right now!"
he scoffed. "shut up. i don't care. i'm bored."
you groaned and quickly brushed your hair before accepting the call.
the first thing you saw was his forehead, making me jump. "oh, jeez. jumpscare. you're literally the egg i used to make my omelette this morning."
scaramouche scoffed. "shut up." he brought the camera away from his face, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.
he had pretty dark purple hair that was almost brown. his eyes looked electric with a compliment of some red eyeliner, and his skin was smooth porcelain. he had a bowl cut, but he somehow pulled it off with his mullet. he raised an eyebrow at you as you stared at him. his pictures seriously did him no justice.
"what the hell are you looking at, stupid?" he said saltily. you rolled your eyes and propped up your phone on your computer. scaramouche's eyes widened just ever-so-slightly, but you were observant. you chuckled softly.
"what? you think i'm pretty?" you teased, resting your chin on your hand. scaramouche narrowed his eyes. "you're ugly as fuck." you gasped dramatically as he spoke. "wow. rude! how dare you . i hate you." scaramouche rolled your eyes at your dramatics before his eyes shamelessly looked at you.
"cool room," was all he said. you smiled and looked at his. "why is yours just all white? it looks like a hospital room," you asked with a smirk. he rolled his eyes. "i like it. and it's not all white."
he angled his phone away, showing you his room. but that's not what drew you in.
