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You know this was your fault, right.

[ his head is pounding too, he's not having A Good Time, and he just wants to make it someone else's problem ]

[ childe shoots a look over at Scaramouche. ] Bullshit. It wasn’t my fault. You’re just as much to blame… [ picks himself up off the ground slowly, legs unsteady. his clothes are torn and he’s still covered in blood, so he basically looks like shit. he does have a few more tails though. ]

I wasn't going to fight you there, you made me want to. You should have just been a good boy and stayed right where I left you.

I didn’t make you do anything. If you don’t have a handle on your feelings that’s not my fault. [ he moves over to scaramouche and reaches down to grab the tatters of his suit so he can lift him up. ] You promised me a fight when you got your powers, and you got them mid conversation… [ brings him closer, their lips brushing. ] And you said you’d share what the fuck happened to you, dick. I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you.

[ he letting him and not pushing away but he does look like he wants to ]

And you couldn't wait until I understood how to use them? As if that was going to be an interesting fight even without me going crazy because of you.

Why does it matter to you?

...please. [ rolls his eyes. ] If I were facing anybody *but* a Harbinger I would have my doubts, but you're not idiot, Scara.

For the record, I would have won if not for the train.

[ drops him. ] Why are you always so damn difficult?

You know that's just how I am.

[ He will dust off his clothes and then sigh ]

Do you know about Dottore's research? It is what powers our delusions.

I had a hunch. I don't talk to him much for... obvious reasons. I'm not interested in getting poked more than the usual mandatory check ups. [ crinkles his nose. ] But given the tech we picked up from Sumeru and then how much we built upon it from there... I had to assume that's partly to do with him.

Well, something went wrong and the archon residue was released in a much higher concentration that was advisable. Slowly but surely everyone succumbed to malice and madness, including archons themselves.

That power, unrestrained and under no control ... you can imagine what happened.

[ dear celestia,
what the fuck?! ]

We all died then, like you'd said. [ frowns. ] He took it too far then... attempting to harness the power of a gnosis, I imagine? [ going to assume scara had *something* to do with it, because why the fuck not. ]

Does it matter what the objective was? Like you said, we all died.

...likely because of you two, so I have a right to know.

It was Dottore. I told you I died too.

I wasn't born yesterday... [ but whatever, he's not going to push his luck, they just died and scara did share something. ] Come here, asshole. [ grabs his wrist and yanks him close. ] You look like shit.

And whose fault is that? I've only gotten this outfit too.

[ he's quiet after that, and then he sighs ]

You're getting too comfortable.

I’ll buy you another if you’re going to bitch about it.

I was never not comfortable. I’m not afraid of you like most of the Fatui, but… I’m feeling strangely. [ needy in a way he’s not necessarily used to. ]

You're not afraid of me because you're an idiot. But I'm surprised you'd show yourself so vulnerable. You really must have been lonely.

I'm not an idiot. [ scowls and drags his nose along scaramouche's neck. ] I'm not vulnerable, jackass. I could still kick your ass, disheveled as I am. You, on the other hand, ...weak. [ sneers. ] Unlike you, I have plenty of friends.

If you want to fuck me I don't think you're on the right track for that by calling me weak.

[ childe laughs, ] It's such a one way street with you, Scara. You can call me names, but I can't call you names? [ his tails all bristle behind him, fluffing up, and flitting about idly. ] What would you have me call you, Six?

I'm not the one who made a move on you.

Take me to your room before I change my mind.

[ scoops him up and holds him a touch possessively. ] Alright. Hang on tight. [ going to bring him back to the wc dorm. ]

[ he'd say he's going to regret it but to be honest after fighting and dying he's horny too, and Tartaglia is willing, so why not take advantage of that. He'll even let him carry him because why bother protesting. ]

Hurry up.

[ oh, childe doesn’t doubt that he’ll regret this in some fashion, but right now he doesn’t care. he can deal with the consequences later, but for right now he can think of nothing short of completely ravaging Scaramouche - a number of strange feelings bubbling inside him. he’s quick to get back to the dorm, grazing his teeth over scara’s neck when he complains. ] Shutup. I’m going faster than you little legs could carry you. [ and the use of concrete jungle helped immensely. ]

[ once in he’ll bring him right to his room, though Scara will get a quick glance of wc’s obnoxious decor. brings him into his cave where his makeshift bed is and drops him, looming over head with a feral smirk and a couple of glowing mismatched eyes - one blue and one purple. ]

[ he's grabbing on what's left of his clothes and pulling him down for a kiss, rough and biting and definitely just as feral ]

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