Gales of Reverie

"You want to die that badly, huh? Too bad I don't feel like wasting energy on you."

He wasn't butthurt exactly, but Scaramouche was annoyed at the other's unnecessary remark. Childe was on some hater shit. Unable to hold his tongue, he responds, "That's bold. You say that as though you stood a chance with them."

Letting his anger take over, he texts back, "That's why you texted me first asking if I wanted to see your dick? Yeah, right. If anything, you are the 'mid' one here with basic looks and little to no brain."

This would be the first and last time he gave his number to a quirked up white boy. Upon reading the message, he wanted to block the ginger for his lack of subtlety, but instead, he opted for "Go back to school and learn how to spell :)"

"Now why would I do that? Sounds like I would get a Childe-free vacation if I testified against you."

"Have you ever considered that maybe your reliance on your looks and height have made you weaker in combat and wit? You're eleventh, while I am a higher rank. Humble yourself, Childe."

"You look like the dumbest fuck of all time."

"keep it to yourself. it's disgusting coming from you."

"What did that brat tell you? It's all slander. I was asked to choose between death or dealing with you. Obviously, the answer is to remain alive."

"you're not serious, are you? i wouldn't hesitate to choose the first option. i would rather die than touch you."

"wouldn't even kiss you if you were the last person on teyvat."

"are you a jester for a living? because your existence is one massive joke."

Scaramouche is woken up by the sudden noise coming from outside. Upon hearing Childe's voice, he stands up, closes his window, and goes back to bed.

He waits a moment before replying to the text, "what's so funny? huh???"

he angrily blocks childe's number.

[text] no.