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Pinocchio: Still alive? what a surprise.

Caeli; Oh, you care, *what a surprise*.

Pinocchio: I just assumed you'd disappeared
Pinocchio: I'm not doing anything, I was just sleeping.

Caeli; I did... following a game... Did you ever care?

Pinocchio: Are you coming to Baritones or not?

Caeli; Fine. [ ten minutes later there's a knock. ]

[ he's wearing his pajamas which i didn't pick but imagine it's adorable in contrast with him. But he will open and stare him up and down ]

Well?

[ no comment about his pjs. ]

[ childe still looks exhausted and like he hasn't slept. he only looks slightly better than when five saw him because of the bath. ]

Well what?

I assumed you wanted to talk to me.

And you didn’t answer my question from earlier. You thought I disappeared, but did you even care…

I was asleep but I answered your text, no? How do you think I managed?

… [ feels his frustration rising. ] For the last few days you’ve done nothing but sleep?

No, I set a ringtone for you, so if you'd contacted me I'd know it was you right away. So I woke up.

What I'd been up to these days isn't interesting anyway. I'm not the one who disappeared.

[ that’s kind of… cute. ] I didn’t disappear. I have just been staying in my room. Did you hear about the game that happened before all of these extra people showed up… [ he’s stepping past scaramouche, because he doesn’t want to have this conversation anywhere but his room. ]

[ he's walking toward his room and just following Childe, they both know the way ]

No, I'd assumed you were busy with your special archon and Sensei. This is the first time I hear about a game.

[ sighs, expression twisting into something neutral but bordering on agitated. ] I spent most of it alone. [ though both of them did check up on him, which is more than he can say about what scaramouche did or didn’t do in this case. ]

[ he has to hold his tongue until they’re in scara’s room, because all of baritones doesn’t need to hear their inevitable spat. ]

Why are you jealous of them? Why can’t I like them and like you? Why do you have to subtly compare yourself and what we have to them and what I have with them. It shouldn’t matter. All that should matter is what we have…

I'm not jealous.

[ he's going to walk up to his bed and just sit there ]

You can fuck whoever you want.

[ Scaramouche… I stg. ]

It’s not just about fucking people. [ hesitates, but decides to join him on the bed. ] …carnal desires are one thing, but there’s more to it than that. [ being bad at this with someone who is worse is a nightmare. he feels like he’s not making this any better… probably because he isn’t. ]

Fine, then, you can be in love with whoever you want. It isn't as if it has anything to do with me after all.

Or are you saying you're in love with me? that would be funny.

I don’t know. It’s part of the reason I want to talk, but you’re just avoiding all of the questions I’m asking you. How do you feel, Balladeer, do you like me, love me, …anything? Do you care?

Or am I just a nuisance?

If you can't answer then why should I? You don't know what you want but you think I should tell you?

I can answer the first thing I asked you, Scaramouche, I care about you. I would check up on you if you tried to fucken vanish for a couple of days because a bunch of people walked around in a fucken nightmare of yours!

So is this what this is all about? You wanted me to check on you? I told you, I thought you were busy. And no one told me there was a game.

[ look at him, still not answering ]

Answer the question, Scaramouche.

Can't you let it go for once? Why do you want to hear me say it so badly?

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