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[ this is suddenly so bizarre, given the argument they just had. he’ll never understand scaramouche, but after another few moments of hesitating he sets a hand on his back. ] Do you want me to call you by that name at all?

[ he's not answering!! And going to pretend he's fallen asleep on top of him. Don't question it ]

[ what even, scaramouche! ]

…

Night, Kuniku. [ he traces random patterns on his back, since he’s kind of trapped, especially if he’s ‘sleeping’. ]

[ Oh. He likes hearing the nickname, and though he's still pretending to sleep, he brings his hand to his shirt and holds it a bit tighter. He's going to actually fall asleep after a bit, and when he does, he'll eventually start feeling something wet against his chest.

guess who's crying as he sleeps ]

[ childe does move a bit, so he can get comfortable. being shoved backward and having scaramouche lay on him hadn't landed him in the best position, so he shifts until he's feeling better; his own hand pressing him just a little bit harder into his chest. he looks around the room, since he's exhausted, but not interested in falling asleep here... but as soon as his shirt grows damp he looks down to catch the slick on scaramouche's face; tears. ] ... [ this is unexpected. he moves all of his tails atop him, reaching for his face to carefully wipe some of those tears away. ] I'm not going to intentionally hurt you if I can help it.

[ it takes him a few more moments for him to awaken again as he hears Childe's voice, and a few more to understand what's going on, why he's wiping away tears from his face, and then the actual words register ]

... I know.

[ childe reaches for scaramouche's chin to tip his head back, so he can kiss right beneath his eyes. ] Happiness might be fleeting, but it's those brief moments that make life worth living... [ don't stew. ]

You can say that because you're mortal and your life will end in the blink of an eye. I'll think about your little proposal.

But I meant it when I said I'm not coming back to Teyvat.

Even if it's a faint blip in your *immortal* life I still think it's worth it... [ from having spoken to zhongli and hades about things of a similar nature he thinks he knows a little bit about it, but scaramouche is a lot different from either of them, so... WHO KNOWS. ]

Are you going to just stay here?

Maybe. Hell would suit me after all. I'd have the chance to bring chaos to so many people and worlds. Fascinating, don't you think?

I don't know. I guess it's got its perks... [ scaramouche doesn't give much of a fuck about people, so perhaps it is for the best. ]

Maybe I'll find somewhere else I want to go to. But I hate our world. And I never want to see it, or my creator, ever again.

[ there's a pause and then he rolls over so he can lay down on the bed properly, but he reaches for him to drag him with him, so he can have Childe on top of him this time ]

Will that break your heart?

[ stares at him, like this bitch[tm]. ]

I'll suck not to have you come back with me.

Enough that you don't want to pursue it then?

I never said that.

How unsurprisingly stubborn.

Isn't that part of my appeal?

Maybe.

[ he's going to bring his hand to the back of his head, pulling him close ]

And if I were to break your heart intentionally? what would you do?

Break you right back...
into a thousand pieces...
but not before taking your heart.

Aah, so you would just retaliate like that. I wonder what kind of face you'd make.

[ moves a hand to scaramouche's neck, thumb pressing into its center to start stifling his breathing. ] I'm not going to let you destroy me... not without returning the favor. I don't know, but I'm sure you'd enjoy it, lunatic. [ said almost fondly. ]

[ he laughs, though it's cut short with breathing becoming difficult ]

But that'd suit us more - wouldn't it?

Probably. [ applies a bit more pressure, his own smile stretching the width of his face; bordering maniac. ] Is that what you want?

[ he doesn't really know, but it's certainly the easiest way to deal with it. So he smiles, letting out a small pained noise as he feels the pressure increase, his hand tightening his hold on Childe's hair but not responding ]

[ childe doesn't let up at all... smirking like an asshole until he gasps. as soon as he starts fighting to breath he removes his hand and leans down to kiss him, taking his breath away that way. ]

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