𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 [ᴄʜɪsᴄᴀʀᴀ] 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗 - 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲?

childe woke up, the TV still on but the movie had ended. he realized that scaramouche is no longer on the couch and thought the vampire is probably in his own prepared room.

checking the time only for childe to realize it's passed the time he usually feed scaramouche. he got up and rushed to check on the vampire, finding him to be laying in bed.

scaramouche let out a grumble as he turned to the hunter. "what do you want?" he said, clearly annoyed that his personal time had been bothered.

childe furrowed his brow as he noticed that scaramouche didn't seem to be going feral at all. "just going to feed you your daily dose of blood." he finally replied.

"no need. i already took a mouthful." scaramouche said as he set on an elbow, looking at childe who seemed puzzled.

"you did? when?" childe questioned as he crossed his arms, raising a brow as he ask the question.

scaramouche smirked as he shrugged and plopped back on the bed. "while you were sleeping." he said with a rather smug tone.

the ginger huffed as he moved a hand to his neck, feeling another mark. "seriously? directly from my neck?" he muttered with a clear annoyed tone.

"best blood are the freshest ones~" replied the vampire, grinning mischievously.

"ugh.. you just gotta be a brat, don't you.." the hunter grumbles, shaking his head. "whatever. i have a night patrol, so my orders are for you to stay in this house. you can do anything you want." childe spoke again before closing the door to scaramouche's room, leaving the house for his night patrol.

hearing that he could do anything he wants, he grinned mischievously. he looked out the window and waits 'til childe is out of sight before leaving his room and well.. do whatever he wants. by that means, making as much mess as he could.

he would drop vases and a few picture frames that hanged on the wall. he finished with the mess and returned to his room to take in his beauty sleep.

childe however, later returned to the wrecked living room. he groaned in frustration and made his way to scaramouche's room. "oi, vampire. get up." he demands as he entered the room and crossing his arms.

"well aren't you a bother. what is it?" scaramouche replied as he stopped reading a book he was invested in.

"mind explaining the mess? in the living room"

"you said i can do whatever i want."

"not completely!" childe took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as scaramouche smirks and continues reading. "you're annoying sometimes, you know that?"

"well, you weren't specific." said the vampire with a shrug.

"ugh.. so you're just finding a reason to be a brat now?" childe replied, letting out a huff in pure annoyance. the vampire is acting like usual, yeah. but does it make childe upset? not much.

"and so? not my fault if you can't deal with it and suck it up." replied scaramouche as he  had a triumphant grin on his face.

childe clicked his tongue and took another deep breath to calm himself. "blood sucker, you are the problem right now." childe said as calmly as possible.

"is that so? then i'll be more of a problem." scaramouche looked at childe with a smirk, closing the book and putting it aside. he sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"had your vampire family been spoiling you or what? you can't act like a fucking toddler." replied childe and he let out a groan. he rubbed his temples then raised his hands up in sign of giving up. "whatever. i'll just go clean up that mess you have made."

as childe walk out the room, scaramouche couldn't help but snicker as the door closes. seeing the hunter getting annoyed, even the slightest, was worth it to him. can he be worse? yes he can. but he just feels "pity" to see the hunter coming home every 5 in the morning.

(guess what book that he was getting invested on, y'all :D)

childe was asleep on the couch as he had finished cleaning the space when he was awaken by the loud sound of metal hitting the ground. looking towards the kitchen, he sees the vampire standing there with a frying pan on the floor.

"what the fuck were you doing." childe asked, still groggy that he was awaken by an annoying source.

"damn.. you're awake by that? i was gonna hit you awake with it." replied scaramouche with his hands on his hips before crouching to pick up the pan.

the ginger huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "and what for?"

"i need to be fed, hunter. don't tell me you forgot."

"find something in the fridge. i had a stock for you." childe lay back down and dozed off in no time.

"w- i'm not that cheap. tsk.. damn hunter.." scaramouche grumbled. he then looked at childe for a moment and smirked, sneaking towards the hunter and then sank his fangs into the hunter's neck to drink some fresh blood.

childe seemed to stay asleep though, so scaramouche continued until he thinks it's enough. he pulled away with a mischievous glint before getting up and going to his room, feeling joyous that he got something much to his taste.

childe's eyes flutter open as he felt the fangs sank in his skin. he looks down and sees scaramouche drinking his blood which he instinctively pushed the vampire off.

scaramouche groaned as he was pushed off, hitting his head. "ow, what the hell?!" he said at the hunter and grits his teeth.

"i should be the one saying that! the hell were you doing?!"

"uh, getting my fill. duh!"

childe rubbed his temples as he sat up. "can't you just take the one in the damn fridge?" childe replied with an annoyed tone.

"what? no way! i'm not drinking cold blood! i like my meal warm and fresh!" scaramouche retorted and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Geez.. You're so picky" childe mutters and heaved out a sigh. "Fine, whatever"

Childe got up and went to the kitchen to wash his face. The last thing he needed is a vampire complaining all day and night.

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As I had told him— I don't take hate speech like it's nothing. I will report. I gave him once too many chances. And to add to it, sexual harassment text/ sexting. He thinks I'd let him off Scott free.