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TWELVE. LEISURELY.
"Just in time my soulmate came to the rescue!" You coo as you sat beside him, letting yourself loose at the lavish car ride in which the interior screamed of nothing but velour fabric and wealth to your eyes.
Judging from the man maneuvering the steering wheel in front dressed in a formal attire of slacks and suit, you greet him with a simple "Good afternoon." You notice his eyes from the mirror shift their gaze to you for a moment, "Good afternoon. Are you perhaps Scaramouche's soulmate?" He asks, voice monotonous. The ignition of the car then starts -
Meanwhile the male beside you felt a sharp pang of lightning struck him straight to the heart, he grew a burning passion of hatred for that word. Soulmate. It all the more made it annoying for him when it's a person who draws the male's private parts for a living.
You breathe out a short chuckle and nod, not bothering to answer anymore for the person on your left was fuming with an indescribable anger that you could feel his fury seethe out of his nostrils and lips. Heaving a sigh, the short lived silence breaks once again.
"Where would you like us to drop you off?"
Pursing your lips together having no answer, another voice higher than a mumble arises.
"The rain isn't stopping anytime soon. It'd be better to make them stay in my place, for now." Scaramouche spoke, voice still sounding like glacial winters from how cold his words were much contrary to his intention.
You'll never understand someone like him.
"Understood." The butler responds and continues to set his eyes on the blacktop roads.
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Setting foot in the unknown yet grandeur mansion-like house, you gawk at the splendor paintings hung up on cream walls in intervals, an earthy yet royal scent swirling inside the place. Everything appeared to be expensive, antique and high class.
The two of you continued to pace swiftly to archon-knows-where Scaramouche guides you to, you trail behind him while you stare open-mouthed at the interior design of the house. The marble floorings, the luxurious furnitures and high-tech appliances and gadgets in front of your eyes.
"Gotta inherit all of these when you get wiped from the face of Teyvat." You mumble and snicker to yourself, trying to provoke someone out there.
"You wish." Scaramouche answers as the tread of your footsteps echo throughout the manor. "Here we are." He said as your sightseeing was cut off once he twists the door knob to the right revealing a vast room of vivid undertones of lazulline colors inside.
He steps inside and you do the same, your eyes continue to shift from the bookshelves, PC setup, night table and desk tables on each corners of his room. His room was tidy, everything was kept in its designated places and compartments. Nothing more to expect from a man of prestigious title he upholds in the school, the Vice President of the Student Council.
Looking around, you settle yourself on a hammock, letting yourself dangle along with each swings to kill the boredom slowly creeping in. "Do you have any idea what to do while we wait for the rain to stop?"
The male sits across from you with a chair he grabbed from his desk table instead. "Ask me questions, I guess." His eyes were ever so striking, rich purple and blue hues swirling in his thunderous irises.
"First of all why are you so far away from me?" You ask as you fold your arms across your chest, casting a skeptical gaze upon the man. "Feels like a job interview or something." You add and roll your eyes skyward, provoking him might be a duty you're obligated to do from this day forward.
Your gaze focuses back on him as soon as you hear the tread of his footsteps grow louder to you, and the next thing you knew is you feel weight shift on the small cushion of the hammock beside you.
Scaramouche was there, to your right, leaning back with relaxed fluttering crystal blue eyes and lips pressed into a thin line. "Is this okay now?" He asks and looks up at you and you feel your heart thrum against your ribcage at that exact moment.
Heat rapidly rushes into your face as you try to shift glances away from the male. With a futile attempt to mask your embarrassment, it was shocking that Scaramouche isn't noticing, at all.
"Go on with your questions." He says and shifts closer to your body, feeling the fabric of his button down brush past your arms. You froze in the spot, speechless.
"Scaramouche— I'm not really accustomed to being close or touchy or affectionate to people I barely hung out with—" Your own betrays you as the words came out rather pleading and weak.
"Oh, is that so." He proceeds to scoot away from you then after hearing your statement, much to your relief. "But you act like you didn't kiss me so boldly earlier—?"
"Whatever." You shrug his words off and continue to stare into the nothingness of his room, looking at the opposite way where Scaramouche resided in beside you. Tension slowly sits heavy in the air, silence lingering except for you - your heart was going on a rampage by how fast and loud it was beating.
"So, about the question thing. Am I allowed to ask anything?"
"Yeah. Anything. I have no other choice but to know you more, you're my soulmate after all." He replies with no sarcasm hidden under his lips, and you feel your heart perform a somersault with that one word.
My.
You focus on getting yourself composed altogether to make the most out of this moment. You part your lips open, finally having resolution to ask him you've been dreading to since the latest epiphany.
