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[ There's a shiver running down his spine as he brushes against the mark, not just because they're together and it's the riptide effect, but for the word he says too ]

... Can you really say that so confidently? Just because things are different now doesn't mean I'm not still an ugly mess inside. In the end I'm just as ugly and disgusting as anyone else.

Because it’s my own opinion, and beautiful of any kind is subjective. I happen to appreciate that ugly mess, and it’s what I’m falling for, so why would I want anything else. Besides, you have to admit that normal is boring. You probably wouldn’t find me half as interesting if I wasn’t the way I am.

But I care about you, mess and all.

[ It's a little touching. Part of him wants to take the compliment, and another wants to push back. But Childe's definition of beauty is bound to be different from the norm - he just said that normal is boring. So maybe even as he is, it's fine to accept it's not just his face that's beautiful ]

What a brat. What am I supposed to say to something like that? ... you're a beautiful mess too.

You don’t need to say anything. [ he gives him another kiss. ] But thank you… although I like to think of myself as more of a hot mess. [ chuckles. ] Feeling hungry? I chose all of these foods just for you.

I don't need to eat ...

[ His face is red and he's looking back at the lake, because he's still embarrassed. But he does still reach for some of that food, and ends up eating anyway ]

You promised me a performance.

I know, but you can still taste and enjoy food, even if you don’t need it to live. But yes yes yes. [ childe grabs the lyre and gets up, going to stand in front of scara, the lake to his back. ]

[ he plays and he’s not half bad, although it’s clear he’s self taught. the melody he plays is slow to start, but it’s as if he’s trying to depict a battle through music. the notes swelling into something more full and boisterous, before eventually dying down and coming to an end. ]

[ he's stuffing his mouth full, one thing after the other, because focusing on eating is easier than focusing on his feelings right now. He's listening to the performance and watching Childe, of course, but he's also just never-end eating ]

[ …so much for not needing to eat, fffs. as soon as he finishes he gives him a bright smile, his tails starting to flip back and forth, because he’s pleased with himself, although he’s certainly waiting for some praise. ]

What did you think?

... It was decent. You got some skills after all. And here I thought it was just filled with thoughts of battle and sex.

[ it's a blatant lie, because he knows Childe has many talents beside that — and they've already discussed Childe's tendency to perform when he's able and he visits plays. It's just easier to not admit that since the performance was just for him, it hits him a little harder than it normally would have ]

[ that earns a laugh. ] It had been a song about our fight, if you couldn’t tell, and [ he strums a little obnoxiously now, clearly not playing anything specific. ] I did omit the sex part that followed. [ grins. ] But I don’t think I’m capable of putting that to music, not yet anyway.

[ give him a moment he's grabbing more food before he can say anything else ]

Maybe I can make you moan a bit more to add to it then, mm?

I may need a bit of a reminder. You know, inspiration and all that. [ he goes back over and sets the instrument down. ] Did you leave any food for me? [ he reaches to swipe a stray crumb from the corner of scara’s lips, leaning in to give him an affectionate little kiss. ] Everything’s good, I take it?

You're the one who told me to eat, so you can't complain now. If you wanted food for yourself, you should have eaten.

... It's good.

[ and he's clearly not talking about just the food ]

I’m not complaining. [ he chuckles, scooting closer, his tails moving around to frame his small body. ] I’m saving my appetite for dessert. [ nips at him, peppering a few kisses along his shoulder. ]

Did you really mean what you said? That you're falling for me?

[ don’t turn this entire thing around on him. ]

I can’t help it. I like you. [ a lot. ]

... mm.

I like you too.

How about… a kiss?

[ he doesn't answer - instead he shifts so he can do just that. He kisses him on the lips, soft and gentle ]

[ childe cups scaramouche's face, returning the kiss and keeping it just as soft and gentle. ] I still have one more surprise for you.

Is that going to kill me?

I sure hope not.

Shut your eyes.

[ DOUBT. but he does as asked ]

[ childe manipulates the dreamscape again, so that tens of hundreds of ( potentially ) thousands of flowers spring up all around them. childe, himself, has a small bouquet of nine red gladiolus flowers, a blue ribbon wrapped around them and sealed with a wax stamp that boasts his riptide mark. ]

...alright. [ he scoots in front of him, holding the bouquet, the sun having apparently set, so now the horizon is bathed in all sorts of shadowy colors. ] Open your eyes.

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