└── 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫!

𝟎𝟖

Scaramouche 🤤
R u friends w kokomi?

Y/n
wow u texted first for once
yeah I am
Why?

Scaramouche 🤤
Bc I need it

Y/n
No shit
I mean why do u need it

Scaramouche 🤤
Keep ur hair on it's not for me
It's for venti
You can quit worrying or it'll make u uglier
than you already are

Y/n
God ur so rude
frick off mane!!

Scaramouche 🤤
R u gonna give it or what
Ur so pathetic it's annoying

Y/n
[the number is here]

Scaramouche 🤤
Also I told dottore what u said
He started giggling and having an
orgasm or something
It was disgusting

Y/n
WAIT WHY IS THAT CUTE
AWW

Scaramouche 🤤
It's not cute he needs to be into an exhibit
I feel bad for his pet dog
It probably has to deal with his
strange behaviour

Y/n
Omg why does he sound like a
green flag when u describe him

Scaramouche 🤤
He's not
I wouldn't be surprised if he ate his
dogs fur to get a better idea of it and
employ its behaviour more accurately

Y/n
URM WJAT.
I'm gonna ignore that
Also I'm being dragged to the grocery store

Scaramouche 🤤
Why r u telling me
Hurry up and leave
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Y/n puts her phone down with a sigh and gets out of her bed that she'd been rotting in for the past few hours. Childe had invited her to go out grocery shopping with him because they'd planned on making cookies at his apartment.

There's a horn sound outside on the driveway and y/n knows it's a sign Childe has arrived. She rushes downstairs to slip her shoes on before leaving the house. She's clad in a v-neck grey and black striped jumper, grey coloured cargos with a spiked belt.

As she jumps into Childes backseat recklessly, her body collides with another persons. Her belt digging into the persons hip. She hadn't expected somebody else to be in the car as the boy had not warned her.

"Ow you imbecile!" The familiar voice shouts angrily, his tone full of malice and as y/n looks at him, his eyes are filled with anger.