childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

[ he blinks, looking at their joined hands, and then back up at scaramouche. ] No. [ he squeezes his hand again, tightly, as tightly as he can manage. ] I feel like I can trust you, and you’re making it a little bit more bearable down here… like, like it doesn’t hurt as much.

Did you… want to devour me or something?

... Mm. Maybe when you grow up a little.

[ he squeezes his hand, and then brings it to his lips to kiss ]

Has it been hard for you, being here all alone?

[ …lol. ]

[ feels his teenage boy heart jump, looking aside as his cheeks flush. the nickname he gave to scaramouche on the lake was beautiful, so he’s always had a thing for him, whether he’s realized it or not. ]

I don’t like being alone…

I don't like being alone either. It's sad, isn't it? But you do have me no. And I won't leave you alone, my little fox.

It is, and I don’t like. [ he’s used to people, so many people. ] Good. [ …holds his pinkie out. ] Promise? [ scoots closer, stealing some of his warmth. ]

[ he does link his pinkie with him, giving him a soft, gentle smile at the gesture ]

I promise. If you want, I can take you out of here too. We could go somewhere nicer, just the two of us.

… [ he looks a little curious, and skeptical, but eventually nods. ] Where, where would you take us?

[ he wraps his arms around him, pulling him as close as he can. He won't answer, but a moment later the entire place changes, bringing them to the garden Childe purchased for him ]

This is better, isn't it.

[ he blinks, startled at the change. he pulls away from scaramouche as soon as they're in the garden, seeming to realize that, like he had said at the beginning, it's... a dream. he stands there silently for a moment, before he changes back to himself - older and foxier ( literally ). ] Much.

[ oh, he's back to normal. He doesn't let go of him and instead keeps his hold ]

Should I have changed your dream right away? I wasn't sure.

...it's alright. [ he's just... not sure how to feel about having shown scaramouche all that, and knowing that he's likely in his bed, drenched in sweat, because he'd been having a bunch of stupid nightmares. ] I was bound to wake up sooner or later anyway. [ sets a hand on scaramouche's back. ]

If you're having nightmares, I can keep watch when you sleep. Like I did after the game.

Did you want to come over then?

... Mm. I can come over. Should I bring something for you?

Just you.

[ he will give him a kiss, floating a little so he can reach his lips like that. And then he will let Childe wake up, sending him a text once he's at the door ]

[ smiles, trying to grab onto him, so he can give him another couple of kisses, but then he's waking up... in a sweat, and feeling like shit. he does feel a bit better, but... damnit. ]

[ he tries to make himself a little bit more presentable, but he doubts scara cares too much, so he goes to answer the door. his hair is a mess and his clothes are rumpled. ]

Hey Kuniku.

[ he'll take his hand and then just tug him inside, to his room ]

Hello little fox. Fancy seeing you awake at this hour.

[ he lets himself be dragged. ] I wonder why. [ a tired laugh. ] Cabin?

... Do you want to? I wanted to stay in your normal room, or go to the beach. Somewhere not in the snow.

[ normal room is also snow themed, lol. ] ...ah, yeah, let's... go to the beach. [ maybe he can take a dip. cool off. ]

[ I FORGOT HE'S A SNOW FOX. you and your snow, Childe!!! But he seems to prefer the beach as well, so he'll head for that room ]

Do you want to talk about that dream?

[ was a snow fox! so his stayed a snowy mountain!!! and, lol, he luv the snow!!! ]

What is there to talk about? [ follows. ]

I don't know. You tell me.

I didn't know your family life was frustrating for you. That you were looked at as weak.

[ he breaks his stride, not that scaramouche can see, since he's in front, but he recovers and continues to follow... doubling his pace to grab a hold of the knob before he can to hold it shut. ] It wasn't always frustrating, but... bodily I was weak. I couldn't do what my father wanted of me, likely expected of me, despite... wanting to... trying to...

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