[ Admittedly, when he first sees Scaramouche he doesn't recognize him.
Childe had caught glimpses of him while he's been making his rounds around the dance floor (it absolutely wasn't because of the thigh highs, definitely not, though don't bring him near any blue cranes) and while he hadn't figured out who he was at first, it only took a few more turns before he did.
He's not quite sure what his relationship with Scaramouche is at this point. With the year coming to a close and looping, potentially wiping away everything that had happened over the months, he imagines it doesn't much matter. Nothing does at this point, and it's ultimately that more than anything that has him walking up to the Balladeer and outstretching a hand. ]
Not at all. [ He says, too-brightly, too-cheerfully to suggest he'd been affected by his thorny words at all. ] You just look especially botherable tonight.
[ Without waiting for any invitation, he reaches out, gently taking Scaramouche's hand in his own so he can pull him out onto the dance floor. Whether or not the other puts up resistance doesn't matter; Childe's looks and muscles aren't for show, and even if Scaramouche digs his heels in he'll spare no expense to physically drag him out if need be. ]
Why get all dressed up if you're just going to hold up the wall all night?
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Childe had caught glimpses of him while he's been making his rounds around the dance floor (it absolutely wasn't because of the thigh highs, definitely not, though don't bring him near any blue cranes) and while he hadn't figured out who he was at first, it only took a few more turns before he did.
He's not quite sure what his relationship with Scaramouche is at this point. With the year coming to a close and looping, potentially wiping away everything that had happened over the months, he imagines it doesn't much matter. Nothing does at this point, and it's ultimately that more than anything that has him walking up to the Balladeer and outstretching a hand. ]
Not at all. [ He says, too-brightly, too-cheerfully to suggest he'd been affected by his thorny words at all. ] You just look especially botherable tonight.
[ Without waiting for any invitation, he reaches out, gently taking Scaramouche's hand in his own so he can pull him out onto the dance floor. Whether or not the other puts up resistance doesn't matter; Childe's looks and muscles aren't for show, and even if Scaramouche digs his heels in he'll spare no expense to physically drag him out if need be. ]
Why get all dressed up if you're just going to hold up the wall all night?