childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

11th; Pinocchio? Really... Why?

Pinocchio: Because I'm asking. Get there.

[ it's marked as read and childe heads to the landing outside the door, arms folded. ]

[ he's there when he gets there, and he stares at him for a few moments before he approaches ]

What do you remember.

Six, you're Pinocchio? [ he laughs. ]

[ ...Six ... he didn't expect that to hurt ]

It's just a name. What do you care?

Because you have plenty of codenames already.

What's wrong with Scaramouche and Balladeer?

Whatever though. You do you. [ he shrugs. ] Do you want to come in? Everybody here is being super weird...

I don't answer to any of those names anymore. Pinocchio wasn't chosen by me either.

... No, let's go outside.

…

What, why? [ he merely nods, ready to follow. ]

Because when I cone to your room we usually do more than chatting, but you don’t remember now.

[ he doesn’t like that implication. stares at Scaramouche like… us??? ]

I was talking about the names, Six, …why don’t you go by Balladeer or Scaramouche anymore?

I don’t like “Six” either. I’ve just decided they don’t suit me anymore.

What should I call you then?

… ptichka.

[ ...uhhhhh. yeah, ok, now there's no denying the weird relationship six thinks they have. did he get hit on the head or something? or is he fucking with him?? ]

Ptichka? [ he has to refrain from adding a 'really' on the end of that, but he manages... barely. ] ...alright. [ i guess. ]

What? It’s a name as any other. Don’t get cocky just because it’s your language.

Alright, jeez, ...Ptichka it is. [ folds his arms. ] So why did you want to see me? [ he almost wants to tell him he can't order him around, since they're not back home at the moment, but he gets the feeling scaramouche might try to stomp on him if he... hm. ]

[ It feels so different and it makes him cranky to hear him call him that, and it shows on his face ]

What, I'm your senior, I can call you whenever I want.

We're not back in Teyvat. I don't have to listen to you. And you don't even want to be called Six, Scaramouche, or Balladeer... so that's even less reason to care what you have to say.

[ crossing arms at chest and then looking at him ]

And what if it's because you're my wife?

What? What are you going on about?

Me and you and us? Really?? [ this is like a bad joke. ]

Realistically... have we ever gotten along a day in our lives?

My husband would have to be able to best me in a fight and I'm certain I could beat you.

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