childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

...tell me how it happened. [ moves a little closer. ]

... How you lost your memories or how we got together?

...I figure the bomb game has something to do with the loss, so I'm more interested in how we got together.

You started hitting on me when I got here. Though first you provoked me into a fight and we both got run over by a train.

...

[ what the fuck. ]

[ his face say it all. ]

It was just a quick fuck here and there at first.

But you were persistent.

So you weren't even interested initially?

I always thought you were attractive.

But I never wanted to get attached.

And then, what, something suddenly changed, ..? [ because he seems pretty attached now. ]

And then I fell in love. That's your fault.

[ snorts. ] ...touching that tattoo was pretty dirty. [ he picks himself off the floor and grabs scara's arm, helping him up. ] Did you still want to go out somewhere? [ so this is all real weird, but... maybe he could try it... ]

You're the one who provoked me ...

[ but he's reaching for him and not letting go ]

Wherever we go we're going to run into a place we fucked in so we might as well go to your room after all.

I did not. [ he hesitantly moves an arm around him. ] What are you... we've fucked out there, everywhere??? [ his face instantly flushes a deep dark red. ] Y- You're kidding...

[ oh ... that blush is cute, as his is attempt to move an arm around him ]

I'm not.

Should I give you a repeat performance ...?

[ he tries to think about fucking scaramouche and fucking scaramouche in public and he stammers out some kind of embarrassing response. he's trying, ok!, but that fried a part of his brain. ] We, a- and... [ he tugs scaramouche closer on reflex, fingers digging into his side. ] We- We're into that kind of thing?

[ a soft laugh at that ]

Of course. Are you picturing it? Should I take you somewhere to calm your nerves?

No. [ said a bit too quickly. ] No, of course I'm not picturing it. [ he totally is. he may be a bit hard. ] But... that might help, yeah, maybe... maybe a bar? There's got to be one around here somewhere.

You can picture it if you want. Though I'm wondering ... are you imagining me riding your cock, or bending you over on a table?

[ childe swallows. ] I... bending you over a table, and bu- burying my dick inside of you.

Go on. Keep telling me what you're picturing.

[ but he will grab his hand so he can tug him toward a bar, just as planned ]

[ hesitates, looking down at him as he’s tugged along. ] You’re so small, I bet… I bet you’d be so tight. I wonder if I’d break you. And I have to wonder if these animal ears and tails are all that I have…

[ fuck, now this talk is getting to him. He's going to get them two water glasses, but will turn them both to firewater after. ]

... No. You have other things that match.

Oh yeah? You would know, huh? [ childe takes his glass of firewater and lifts it up. ] You sure can handle this stuff? [ he scoots closer and presses the glass to scaramouche's lips. ]

Worry for yourself.

[ he'll drink it all in one go, grabbing the glass from childe, and then he'll get a blep ]

I can handle it just fine.

[ tries to grab that tongue of his. ] Well look at you. Color me impressed. [ slides the other glass over to him. ]

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