childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

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.

I have a ring to prove it and I can kick your ass.

You could have bought that ring for yourself, and that's a joke. You can't beat me.

[ he could prove it here and now.

But would it matter? He doesn't actually want to beat Childe. ]

Fine. Just leave me alone until you remember.

Remember what? [ now he's even more confused. he had been sure he could goad scaramouche into a fight. ] ...why don't you want to fight me?

[ part of him wants to. He wants to yell at him and beat him up for forgetting him. But then it hurts having their relationship reduced to what it used to be. It's not as fun teasing each other when he can't have kisses and hugs after.

When he won't hear him call him Pitchka the way he does. ]

Because what's the point!? It'll just be a fight and it'll piss me off!

[ but he does know how to get back at him immediately. So he walks close and then

presses his hand right where he knows his horny tattoo is ]

I hope you stay hard for the entire day without being able to do anything about it.

[ guess who didn't remember having a horny tattoo... THIS GUY. he thinks he might have gotten the fight. scaramouche might have said that it would piss him off, but, lbr, what doesn't piss him off. he grins up until his tattoo is palmed... then he's staggering back and dropping to his knees, trembling as it's been a while since it was pressed. his face superheats and he pants. ]

W- What the fuck, what did you... the hell did you do?! [ he squishes his legs together, trying to hide his boner. ] ...why, why do I feel like this?

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