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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 - 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the streets of Snezhnaya City as Scaramouche and Childe ventured out for a leisurely stroll. The air was crisp with the promise of winter, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots.

Childe walked beside Scaramouche, his usual irreverent demeanor on full display as he regaled him with playful banter and shameless flirting. Scaramouche rolled his eyes at Childe's antics, but there was a fondness in his gaze that betrayed his facade of indifference.

As they meandered through the bustling streets, Childe's charm seemed to draw the attention of everyone they passed. His easy smile and infectious laughter lit up the dreary landscape, turning heads and eliciting smiles from strangers as they passed by.

Scaramouche couldn't help but be amused by Childe's shameless flirting, the way he seemed to turn every interaction into a game of seduction. Despite himself, he found a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, unable to resist the infectious energy that radiated from Childe like a beacon in the darkness.

"Careful, Ajax," Scaramouche teased, a hint of amusement in his voice as he sidestepped a particularly enthusiastic admirer. "You'll have the entire city swooning at your feet if you're not careful."

Childe grinned, undeterred by Scaramouche's teasing as he draped an arm around his shoulders in a familiar gesture of camaraderie. "Can you blame them, Scara?" he replied, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in close. "After all, who could resist the charms of the infamous Eleventh Harbinger?"

Scaramouche scoffed, but there was a warmth in his gaze as he leaned into Childe's touch, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between them over the past few months. Despite their differences, or perhaps because of them, they had found a kindred spirit in each other—a connection that transcended the boundaries of duty and loyalty.

As they continued their walk through the city, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. In that fleeting moment, with the world bathed in the soft light of dusk, Scaramouche couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the man walking beside him, his constant companion in a world filled with uncertainty and danger.

And so they walked on, two souls intertwined in the tapestry of fate, their laughter mingling with the soft hum of the city as they forged new memories together, one step at a time.

As they strolled through the lively streets of Snezhnaya City, Childe couldn't resist the opportunity to inject some of his trademark humor into their conversation. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he sidled up to Scaramouche, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"You know, Scara," Childe began, his tone low and conspiratorial, "they say the best way to stay warm in Snezhnaya is to find a partner to share body heat with."

Scaramouche glanced at Childe, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as he raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone dry but tinged with curiosity. "And what do you suggest we do to keep warm, Ajax?"

Childe's grin widened, his gaze flickering with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Scaramouche's ear. "Well, I've always been told I'm quite the expert at generating heat," he quipped, his voice low and suggestive.

A soft chuckle escaped Scaramouche's lips, though he tried to suppress it with a feigned air of indifference. "Is that your way of saying you run hot, Ajax?" he countered, a playful glint in his eye as he met Childe's gaze.

Childe winked at him, his grin turning positively wicked as he draped an arm around Scaramouche's shoulders, drawing him closer. "Among other things," he replied, his voice laden with innuendo as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Scaramouche's ear in a tantalizing whisper.