You try to move a little... A really little..... A split mililetter--
Oh shoot.
He noticed.
Scaramouche tidies his grip around your neck. It doesn't hurt, but it's preventing you from moving.
This is a warning.
'Don't go away from me.'
- You. You're the dead one.
Childe doesn't seem to be intimidated. Actually, he's also got an overwhelming aura on his own. It gives off a sense of... Hatred.
You're going to come with me right now, you scumbag.
You're gonna come and apologize to her.
'Her' ?
But the man standing behind you doesn't seem to care at all.
- You dared to get close to my girl. To talk to her. To touch her.
You get chills as Scaramouche's hand slides down your back, and then comes back up to caress your head.
Guess you don't realize in what level of torture you got yourself into.
........
Okay that's creepy as heck. You have to say something.
But before you even start taking a breath, Scaramouche catches your side and sticks you to him.
- Wha-
- Look.
Childe watches, trying to make out what Scaramouche was thinking.
You see this lady right next to me ?
...
Well, now you don't.
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