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Because I made a pro- [ chokes, grabbing at the vine as he’s yanked closer. ] Promise. [ turns his nails to claws and tries to shred that vine, so he can breathe more easily. ]

I will make it. I’m not resigning myself to death just yet. My fate isn’t sealed, and I’ll make with it what I want.

[He's not going to strangle him, but he's going to drag him closer because he's a big boss now, and big bosses don't walk to their targets or look at explosions.]

You're an idiot.

[But it is said with fondness and not with malice.]

…not the first time I have heard that. [ hydro tentacles snake up scaramouche’s legs, turning to ice the moment they reach his thighs, so he’s firmly stuck in place. ]

[ he manages to shred the vine, clawed hand taking scaramouche’s chin in hand. ] And you’re a brat. [ also said fondly. ]

[ he gives him a quick kiss before the ‘shackles’ shatter and childe takes a few steps back and then just sinks into a seat. he’s fucken exhausted. ]

[He's going to stand there stunned because he just got double ko'd by two objectives and he doesn't know how to feel about it.]

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[ he holds a hand out to him. ] Come here?

No.

[Sorry, he has to be a little shit.]

[ childe just laughs, letting his hand drop. ] ...but you liked it, didn't you? [ gives him a sly ass grin. ]

[Now that's kicking off a taboo. Or rather repressing it is.]

You hit an objective. Don't be too proud of yourself.

I'm exceedingly proud of myself. Now are you going to continue to act like you're too good for this or are you going to indulge. You took a hit the other day too, no? So come here.

We're done here, Tartaglia. Unless you need me to cart your ass back to Snail.

[ sighs. ] No. Just forget it.

You can hardly walk.

[Heading over and putting Childe's arm over his shoulder.]

I don't need you passing out on me on the way back.

[ are you sure this isn't an excuse to get that sweet contact high scara? ] I could just pass out here then.

[shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. nonsense. absolutely not it whatsoever.]

I don't need to get in trouble twice in such a short amount of time.

Give me a few minutes. [ he leans into him. ] ...this is only the second time I used it. I need to get used to how it feels, and Geo isn't like the other elements I'm used to. [ right now it takes a considerable amount of concentration to use. ] You won't get in trouble. No one is going to know we did this, remember?

You're important to him, aren't you?

...I don't know. Maybe? [ his shoulders sink inward. ] I think it's more the opposite, but the same kind of goes for you. It's complicated. Everything's always so complicated. [ he drags one of his legs up to his chest, keeping an arm around it, so he can hold it in place as he rests his chin on his knee. ] ...as soon as you think you've got it all figured out something happens that fucks it all up.

[He makes him a staff of vines.]

Do you actually need first aide?

[And then after a moment.]

You know what I gave up, right?

...no. I'm just exhausted, and not just physically, but that's certainly not helping. [ he shuts his eyes. ] I don't know the whole story. Just bits and pieces from about three different sources. What did you give up?

My emotions. My connection to people. So that I could never be betrayed again.

[Dragging him to Snail.]

Come on. You never knew how to back down. That's how you got into the Harbingers after all.

But it didn't work, ... [ he trails off. he figures scaramouche wouldn't have flipped a shit if he had been able to rid himself of his emotions and his connections. ] Isn't that lonely? [ he reaches back for his arm, giving a tug. ] ...that's not exactly why. I'm a human weapon.

It did until recently. And no, I wasn't lonely.

[He folds his arms.]

Not here. The rules have changed.

[ #doubt. ]

[ he arches a brow. ] What's that supposed to mean?

There is no Tsaritsa, no Gods, no Celestia. Not even your family to see and send gifts back to.

You can finally take time for yourself.

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