𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 [ᴄʜɪsᴄᴀʀᴀ] 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 - 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞

love y'all and enjoy this chapter. i haven't updated in a while and tried to finish this as soon as possible <33
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childe had just realized how scaramouche's attitude changed lately. he's more tolerable than before. at first, childe didn't even notice the changes. he simply thought it was scaramouche's antics to a prank.

"what time are you coming back after your dumb stroll?" asked scaramouche from behind childe who jumped at the sudden voice. "fucking hell- don't creep up on me like that." childe said as he ran a hand in his hair.

childe looks at a clock and hummed. "hm.. around.. 12. why do you even bother anyway?" he replied, looking at scaramouche who just shrugged. "well, better return sober." scaramouche said.

the red headed hunter rolls his eyes, putting on his shoes before stepping out. scaramouche stood there for a bit before eventually going upstairs to his own room.

the room is a mess from old blood bags. scaramouche scowled as he picked up one by one then threw them all into the trash bag. he return to his room, laying down on his bed.

he don't plan on making a mess, or fight about anything. he just feel rather peaceful and at some point loyal. he took a deep breath then sat up on his bed. he can't help but notice how he kept thinking of childe lately. even worry of the hunter's feelings.

What is going on? He doesn't even know the answer to the matter. In fact, he's confused of himself. Why would he feel worry on the Hunter's behalf? It doesn't make any sense.

"Ugh, what the hell.. This is his fault for sure" scaramouche grumbled as he tried to deny his emotions. Even though he knew that he can't. In his group, he was known for not able to hold back his own feelings. He hated it.

He went to watch the tv. Childe had thought him on how to use it for a while now.. He was confident that he could turn it on by himself.
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Childe opened the door and let out a yawn as he took off his shoes. "I'm ba—" he paused, seeing scaramouche punching the tv. They were kind of just.. Staring at each other awkwardly.

"Oh, hey. You're back from your night patrol." Scaramouche said as if he didn't do anything wrong.

".. What the fuck?! That tv was expensive you know!" Childe shouted as he pushed scaramouche off the tv that is now crashed into pieces.

"I couldn't turn it on" scaramouche said casually with crossed arms. He honestly doesn't seem to care or probably just don't understand the issue.

"I thought I told you how!" Childe said then groaned as he rubbed his temples. "You're driving me insane.. For fucks sake.." He muttered and took a deep breath to calm down. "Clean up this mess.. I'm going to take a bath"

Scaramouche shrugged as childe walks away. He grabs the tv thought on where to put it. ".. Ugh, whatever. I'll just toss it anywhere" he said to himself as he drags it to the garage and threw it there. "That's better."

He went back to the living room and clean off the small pieces on the floor and threw it in the trashcan.

"Good riddance" he muttered with a huff. He truly never understood the remote control. It's just a bunch of numbers and all, but it's still confusing.

Childe soon came down with a simple shirt and a pair of shorts. "Oh, you actually cleaned it." He spoke then look at scaramouche who look back at him with a bored expression.