𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 ( 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃𝙀 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 )

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He looked at me intently, making me flinch and anxious a little so I tried to avoid his gaze. Shit, shit, shit. 

"O-Oh you're awake! I w-was just checking if you are still alive, s-sir! Haha!" I used my man voice again as I wipe my imaginary sweat on my forehead.

He just groaned and rubbed his whole face, "I'd rather be dead right now to be fucking honest..." He mumbles lowly. "How long was I out?" He yawned, stretching his neck.

"69 days," I replied in a monotone but he gave me a stoic face. "Just one hour," I corrected, maybe I should stop with the jokes now.

"Fucking great," He leaned back on his swivel chair.

"H-How was your sleep?" I asked, I hope he didn't remember my voice earlier.

"Like how a good fucking sleep feels like," He sarcastically answered, rolling his eyes. "I had a weird dream though," He mumbled lowly.

"I see!" I gleamed, fiddling with my mustache.

Why am I making this so damn awkward as it already is, get a grip (Y/N).

"Y-" I was going to say something but his assistant had already come back to us.

"Sir- Oh Lord Scaramouche, you're awake! Anyway, I have something to do so I have to leave you two to discuss your family planning," He winked at us and smiled, as he leaves the room I can hear him chant something like 'I'm an uncle' in a low happy voice.

Why did he leave? Now, I can't defend myself anymore. Being with Scara alone in this disguise scares me more than my worst fears right now.

He must have noticed something suspicious already, right? I think I might die of embarrassment and regret, and I might really kill Childe after this whole thing.

"Are you going to kill me..?" I suddenly asked, making him raise a brow at me.

"I don't have the fucking energy right now, maybe later." He clicked his tongue, flipping through pages on the book he was holding.

Okay, so Plan D is... Diz Naughts- No, Plan D is getting the hell out of here.

"I just noticed you haven't said my name yet, is it too hard to pronounce, sir?" I clasped my hands together on his desk across from him, he just stared weirdly at my actions.

"I'm not good with names," He simply replied, rolling his eyes. Is he lying or what? He knows everything about me, not my disguised self right now but the real me.

"Shall I teach you?" I clapped my hands and intertwined them.

"No."

"Can you say nuts?" I gestured, moving my eyebrows up and down at him signaling for him to go on.

"I don't give two fucks about your name, so shut up." He muttered, writing aggressively on a paper.

"Please call me by my name, sir" I smiled at him as he stopped, rubbing his whole face in frustration.

"I think I suddenly gained the energy to kill you-"