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Alright. [ he reaches for his hand, taking it in his own, and leading him into the elevator. ] Did you want me to drive there or would you prefer to ride me?

[ HE'S DOING IT ON PURPOSE!!! ]

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I'll ride you.

[ HE IS. ]

Do you have a preference in animal, or is horse okay?

Mmm ... I can ride horses just fine, so that works for me.

[ as soon as they reach the ground floor childe turns into a horse. whinnes, signaling him to climb aboard. ]

[ he does so easily, holding onto him, looking pretty satisfied ]

Next time will be on the bedroom.

[ childe stamps his foot and snaps his tail back and forth, giving scaramouche as cheeky a look as he can manage as a horse. he looks forward to it. ]

[ now that he's situated he takes off running. time to go to the amusement park! ]

[ he holds on tight - and maybe a car would have been better, but he does enjoy the ride and how it feels to do this. There's a special kind of freedom in just, well. Riding your boyfriend turned horse. ]

You know. I wonder if I should leave a mark on you as well.

[ driving a car is certainly a novelty. no doubt about it. and he's also enjoyed how scaramouche likes climbing into his lap, but there is something weirdly special about this, so he'll enjoy it for what it is. he can't really answer at the moment, but he does whinny. it's something to consider... and it would be fair. ]

I wonder how he'd react if I put the electro mark on you. Mmm ... but maybe that'd cause too much trouble?

[ childe trips up a little. zhongli is still a bit of a sore subject because he misses him so much. he manages to recover, turning his head back for a quick lick. ]

[ he remembers the words that Childe said when he was losing it. Wanting Pentium to know that he was Childe's first, and his second. He could point out how that means there IS a second place, and he's certainly not in the first place for him.

But he doesn't want to ruin this. Not just the day, but his relationship with Childe. So instead, he pats his head ]

I won't do it, you're sexy when you're angry, but I won't make you fight with him instead of me.

Something else then.

[ childe changes back, so that scaramouche is in his arms. ] ...we could do something else. [ he did scar scaramouche, so... ] I have said time and time again that I enjoy the scars I have from the battles I've fought. If you were to give me one it would be all the more special. [ he kisses his temple. ] I don't want to fight with him and I don't want to fight with you. I can't think of two more important people to me.

I like it when we fight. It's hot. Even if you end up killing me right as I'm coming.

[ he does wrap his arms around his neck, keeping him close ]

A battle scar doesn't have the same impact. But it would have to be something only you knew was from me.

I didn't mean a battle scar. I want you to scar me as I have scarred you. [ mark him. ] It'll be something I'll carry around with me even when you're not there. You could even do it in the area that they gave me the electro tattoo... [ since he's wearing shorts the tattoo is on full display on his lower leg. ] Your own mark among the static.

[ oh. That's what he meant, then. He's clearly intrigued, his hand going down to his back and then his ass - any excuse to touch is good, no? ]

I will have to think of what to put on you.

[ childe smirks. ] ...take all the time you need. [ kisses him again. ] It looks like we're here.

So, what are we doing first?

How about the ferris wheel? [ point. ]

Romantic. Can we kiss there?

I should hope so.

Do you mind doing that first? Or would you prefer to save it for last?

We can do it now.

[ and he will reach for his hand to hold ]

I like this.

[ drapes his tails over Scaramouche here, there, and everywhere as they head of the ferris wheel. ] And we’ll be able to see the whole park from up there, so you can help me choose what’s next.

I'm thinking you should spoil me with ice cream.

I can do that. [ he moves into the car that’s sitting at the ‘dock’, tugging Scaramouche into his lap and circling his arms around him. ]

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