[It's a name he's heard before, one that's quickly growing on his nerves.
The man Kazuha had claimed wished him dead, that he'd met when vulnerable and felt nothing but feigned sympathy. When he looks back on that day he wonders if the man had been stalking him, the way he appeared from nowhere, creeping into the trees where he had gone to hide.
A friend to the samurai of more importance than he had first realized, and he can't say he's pleased. Only choosing to confess when Kazuha had already been lost. Did someone so insincere even care for the samurai or was it simply out of whatever hate he held towards him? Scaramouche isn't even sure of what he's done. They'd not met in Teyvat, nor had he been involved in anything to do with Mondstadt.
How much of the mortal's heart did the man hold? How much was left for him, unclaimed before his plans to confess today? Kazuha has wanted him for some time, but why did he need permission, or validation before acting on it?]
Why would that creep need to know that? What right does he have to know anything about me, or you.
[Scaramouche huffs against the other Inazuman's shoulder, shifting slightly in his grip before pushing his face further into the fabric as a kiss lands on his head. More poetry doesn't sound terrible, even as over exaggerated as Kazuha makes it, comparing want to something he needs to avoid an early grave.
To hear that the man has wanted this since the Gala is new, he recalls no indication of this when he was being forced to admit to his feelings. Saw nothing in when they met up since then, always being treated the same as he'd been since they got past the whole attack and theft.]
I won't stop you from reciting more poetry if that is what you want... But you never said anything. At the Gala or afterwards.
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The man Kazuha had claimed wished him dead, that he'd met when vulnerable and felt nothing but feigned sympathy. When he looks back on that day he wonders if the man had been stalking him, the way he appeared from nowhere, creeping into the trees where he had gone to hide.
A friend to the samurai of more importance than he had first realized, and he can't say he's pleased. Only choosing to confess when Kazuha had already been lost. Did someone so insincere even care for the samurai or was it simply out of whatever hate he held towards him? Scaramouche isn't even sure of what he's done. They'd not met in Teyvat, nor had he been involved in anything to do with Mondstadt.
How much of the mortal's heart did the man hold? How much was left for him, unclaimed before his plans to confess today? Kazuha has wanted him for some time, but why did he need permission, or validation before acting on it?]
Why would that creep need to know that? What right does he have to know anything about me, or you.
[Scaramouche huffs against the other Inazuman's shoulder, shifting slightly in his grip before pushing his face further into the fabric as a kiss lands on his head. More poetry doesn't sound terrible, even as over exaggerated as Kazuha makes it, comparing want to something he needs to avoid an early grave.
To hear that the man has wanted this since the Gala is new, he recalls no indication of this when he was being forced to admit to his feelings. Saw nothing in when they met up since then, always being treated the same as he'd been since they got past the whole attack and theft.]
I won't stop you from reciting more poetry if that is what you want... But you never said anything. At the Gala or afterwards.
[This day not counting.]