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Kazuha
"Oh, what's this? Is Scaramouche perhaps... Afraid to have a single sip of beer?"
Scaramouche
"No- I'm not a pussy!"
He didn't take a sip but instead began to chug his entire glass, startling everyone at the table.
You
"Scara, careful careful!"
Scaramouche
"Gah!"
With widening eyes, he slammed the glass on the table.
Shinobu
"... So? How's the taste?"
Scaramouche
"Disgusting."
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-TWO HOURS LATER, ON THE TABLE ON THE PORCH-
Kazuha
"The audacity that man has to insult the taste of this beer brand yet he downed more glasses of it than I did..."
Scaramouche
"Aah..."
Scaramouche rested his head on the table, another glass of beer empty in his palm.
Shinobu
"Look at them. They're totally wasted."
Itto was sat beside Scaramouche, his head not on the table but dangling off the chair. He slumped back as far as he could, drunker than ever.
You
*Sigh* "I'm gonna use the bathroom."
Scaramouche
"Nooo!"
He jerked himself up from his chair, knocking it over, and began to walk unsteadily toward you. He collapsed in the process and latched himself to your leg, just like Itto did the first time he encountered you.
You
"What the fuck..."
Scaramouche
"Don't gooo..."
You
"Scaramouche, I have to piss."
Scaramouche
"No, you don't..."
You
"Get off."
You giggled as you saw Scaramouche replicate your leg's shaking movements.
Scaramouche
"Stooop it!"
You
"Then get off! I've gotta go!"
Scaramouche
"No you dooon't!"
You
"Archons..."
Scaramouche
"Mhmhh... Ugh..."
You
"Scaramouche, I reaaally have to piss."
Scaramouche
"Nooo!"
You
"Tsk-"
You kept trying to shake him off until he sobbed. His tears were the liquid that ran down your ankles.
Kazuha
"Oh?..."
Shinobu
"Oh Archons."
Itto
"Oh- Oh no... Scaaaramouche is crying!"
Scaramouche began to wail as a result of Itto's statements.
Itto
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!"
Itto mocked Scaramouche.
You
"Okay, okay, that's enough..."
Shinobu smacked Itto, which silenced him.
Shinobu
"Alright, Itto's obviously gotta get some shut-eye. Sorry about him. Thanks for the drinks, N/N."
You
"No problem."
Kazuha
"N/N, should I clean up the glasses here?"
You
"Yeah- That would be real helpful. Thanks, Kazuha."
Kazuha
"Mhm. You go on and take care of Scaramouche while I work here."
Scaramouche's legs were wrapped around your waist and his arms were securely wrapped around your neck as you picked him up. He was like a wailing child.
You
"I think it's best if Scaramouche never touches alcohol again, I don't want him crying over my urge to piss again."
Kazuha
"Hah, definitely."
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You
"Heehee, I can't wait to tell him all of this when he's sober."
Scaramouche
*Sniffle* "Ugh... Y/N?..."
You
"Yeah?"
Scaramouche
"..."
You
"What is it?"
Scaramouche
"Hmmm..."
He whimpered in a quiet, gentle voice.
he whimpered 🫣
You
"Come on. I'm going to bathe you."
Scaramouche
"Bathtime?..."
You
"Pfft, yeah. The scent of beer is basically radiating off of you, and I won't be able to sleep with that scent lingering around me."
Scaramouche
"Okay... Y/N..."
Slowly removing his arms from around your neck, Scaramouche grunted as he struggled to pull his shirt off.
You
"Oh..."
He then took off his shorts.
You
"Oh!"
You turned your eyes to the side, as he was sitting undressed on your bed.
Scaramouche
"Wash them..."
You
"Yeah- Uh-huh! I'll wash them!-"
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You filled the bathtub with warm water and immersed Scaramouche in it.
Scaramouche
"Hehehe..."
You
"Oh- Scaramouche, don't do that. You're not supposed to consume bubbles."
Scaramouche
"But... They look so edible..."
He wanted to eat the bubbles from the shampoo, but you always restrained him.
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You
"There we go... All clean."
You ruffled his hair as you dried it with a towel. Fortunately, he was wearing another pair of shorts, so you didn't see anything too suggestive. He was still half-naked and without a shirt. You placed one of your biggest shirts on him, one that didn't even belong to you.
You couldn't remember whether you stole it or found it.
Scaramouche
"Mmhh..."
You
"There. Now, you smell a lot better."
Scaramouche
"Y/N smells so sweet..."
You
"Oh?"
He crawled back onto you and wrapped his arms around your neck again.
You
"Heh... Is this how you felt when taking care of me while I was on drugs?"
Scaramouche
"... Aah..."
You
"I don't remember much, but I do remember being so attached to you for so long... How embarrassing."
Scaramouche
"Mmh..."
You
"..."
"Okay! Let's get you to bed."
You lifted him up again and brought him to his bed. You had to force his arms off since he wouldn't let go.
You
*Sigh* "What a night..."
"Now, you stay right there. I'm gonna clean myself up."
Scaramouche
"Mmhm..."
You heard Scaramouche's faint voice through the bathroom door, repeatedly calling your name with terribly slurred speech as you were washing your face.
Scaramouche
"Y/N!... Y/N!"
You
"What is it?"
Scaramouche
*Sob* "My head..."
You flung the door open, your face covered in skin care products and your hair pulled back out of your face with a headband.
You
"Agh! What the fuck?"
He unintentionally jump scared you.
Scaramouche
"My heeeaaad..." *Sniffle*
He was already curled up in a ball on the floor in front of the bathroom door, waiting for you. His tears were already making a tiny puddle on the ground.
You
"Yeah, yeah, what's wrong with it?"
Scaramouche
"Hurts... Head hurts... Aches..."
"Ugh..." *Sob*
You
"You see, this is why you don't try to act manly by overdrinking."
Scaramouche
"Hurts..."
You
"Wait there."
You dashed to the kitchen, grabbed some over-the-counter medication, and filled a glass with water.
Scaramouche
"Eugh..."
You
"This... Should help you."
You said while sitting on the ground with him. You helped him to sit up and got him out of his curled-up position. His face was bright red, and his fever was the highest it had ever been.
This was no average hangover.
You
"Open."
Scaramouche
"Wha?..."
You
"Open your mouth. How else are you supposed to take this medicine?"
Scaramouche
"Aaah!"
He opened his mouth like a little kid at the doctor's, and you popped the pill inside.
You
"Alright... Now-"
"Hey! Don't chew on that!"
Scaramouche
"... Ooops."
You
"Okay- Quick! Drink the water!"
You softly tilted the glass of water to his lips. He was only meant to drink one mouthful of water, but dehydration prompted him to take the glass in his own hands and finish the entire glass.
You
"... That works too."
Scaramouche
"Ew..."
You
"Yeah, it's supposed to taste like shit when you chew on it. That's why you swallow it with water only."
Scaramouche
"Whateveeer..."
You
"Now, you sleep, and the headache will go away."
Scaramouche
"Like... Like magic?"
You
"Yeah! Like magic. It'll magically disappear if you sleep in your bed, right over there."
Scaramouche
"Okay..."
He got up, then started to tumble over.
You
"Careful, careful..."
You caught him before he could've made his headache worse by hitting his head on the corner of your bed frame.
Scaramouche
"Mmh... Stay with me?"
He asked, gazing at you as you wrapped a blanket around his body.
You
"..."
"I mean... Yeah, but I've gotta finish washing my face."
Scaramouche
"No... Stay..."
He tugged on your arm.
You
"Oh no, please don't cry over something like this again..."
Scaramouche
"Sit..."
You
"I'll be quick, I promise. Then, I can stay with you."
Scaramouche
"Be quick?"
You
"Yeah. I'll wash my face as fast as I can, I'll be right back."
Scaramouche
"Hm..."
"Okay."
You could feel his hand gently releasing your arm, and you proceeded to wash your face.