𝘛𝘞: 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬

"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦... 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯."

Notes before reading:
~ THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THIS ONESHOT... PLEASE GO READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS ONESHOT AND THE NOTES BEFORE READING THERE UNTIL YOU PROCEED TO READ THIS ONE ~

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Waiting for someone had never felt so...agitating, to say the least.

Scaramouche growled to himself as he crossed his arms and impatiently tapped his foot. He was currently waiting at a table in Wanmin Restaurant for the unknown user he had recently started talking with.

The waiter eagerly passed by his table frequently, asking repeatedly if he was ready to order yet. In response, Scaramouche replied "no, go away." Eventually though, it got to the point where Scaramouche was so annoyed that he just flipped him off. It took a good ten or so minutes before a new waiter came to his table, asking him if he'd want anything to eat or drink.

Eventually, he got worried. He decided to text (U/N) just to make sure that they hadn't gotten into any trouble.

•

TheBalladeer: You're late. Thirty minutes late.

(U/N): I know, sorry. I'm not good with time management. I'm walking over now I swear. I'm almost there.

TheBalladeer: Well hurry, okay? I'm at table four.

•

With a sigh, Scaramouche then turned off his phone and set it on the table. He would just have to wait.

A few minutes later, the most shocking and aggravating thing that could happen happened;  you walked in. "Shit," Scaramouche muttered to himself before trying to hide his face in his arms on the table. But somehow, you seemed to walk right over to him, not even hesitating once. It was as if you knew he was going to be there, and he was even more annoyed at that.

You stopped at his table and asked, "w-wait... Scara? What are you doing here?" You then tried to sit down across from him, but he put his foot up on the chair.

"This table is reserved for someone else," he growled, glaring at you. "So get out of my face you moron."

With a large sigh, you decided to ask the earth-shattering question to him. "Please don't say yes, but are you TheBalladeer?"

Both of you stayed quiet for a second before Scaramouche muttered, "oh shit..."

At last, the two online lovers had met in real life and they didn't know whether or to be disappointed, or even a  bit pleasantly surprised.

"So you're (U/N)," Scaramouche sighed, removing his foot from the booth opposite him.

"And you're The Balladeer," you replied, sitting down and placing your elbows on the table. You then rested your head in your hands in sighed. "Welp, this is just great. No wonder we complained about having horrible roommates so much."

That's when it struck Scaramouche. He remembered some of the things he told you and immediately felt sorry. Then again, there were also horrible things that you had talked to him about. It was a terrible moment of self-realization for the both of you.

"I'm sorry," you said first, "for both the things I said about you and for everything I've done."

"I'm sorry too," Scaramouche muttered, "for the same reasons, of course."

"Yeah," you sighed. It was quiet for a minute before you asked, "that day when I threw a party and didn't clean up afterwards, did you honestly think about kicking me out? Is it true that the only reason you've stayed my roommate all those years is because of one of our friends, I'm guessing Childe, bribed you? Do you know how terrible that makes me feel?"

Scaramouche stayed in a guilty moment of silence before murmuring, "sorry."

"It's gonna take a lot more than-."

"Anything to eat or drink now that your partner is here?" A random voice asked. Both Scaramouche and you turned to the voice that belonged to the new waiter.

"Oh," you blushed and quickly explained, "we aren't partners or anything. This just is a date between friends... y'know? Just friends."

The waiter gasped and smirked. He chuckled, "sure you are. Anyways, food and drink?"

You stayed silent a second longer, but Scaramouche made a quick recovery from the waiter's comments. "Just give us two glasses of dango milk then fuck off," he growled.

"Gladly, sir," the waiter replied with the most sunniest smile you had ever seen in the entire world.

Eventually, after the waiter had picked up your menus, you sighed, "sorry about that. Sorry about... all of this. But I'm shocked you got us some dango milk anyways. Are you going to drink it on the road or something?"

"No." Scaramouche shrugged his shoulders, before leaning back in the booth. "We've seen through texting anonymously online that we can actually get along together. I would like to find out how that is so that maybe in the near future we could maintain a good friendship off the screen and in the apartment. So go ahead and tell me everything you want to tell me about. I'll listen as long as you promise to listen to me."

"Well, honestly I think our main bonding point was through talking about how much we hate our roommates," you explained, "but we mustn't forget that you also sent me or in other words, the person you at the time knew as (U/N), a message saying that every now and again you play Genshin Impact too. You can't hide from me any longer, Scara. You can stop pretending you hate it now."

"Shut up, idiot," Scaramouche scowled, "and don't call me that name! You know I hate it!"

"Though apparently saying you hate something means you secretly love it," you giggled, "so that means you secretly love my nicknames!"

"Absolutely not," Scaramouche snapped, "they're annoying and useless when we aren't even friends."

A silence then reigned across the table, and it took Scaramouche a good minute to realize that his words had impacted you. "We... aren't friends? But what about everything that happened recently on the phone as (U/N) and The Balladeer?"

"I mean..." Scaramouche thought for a second, desperate to cover up his mistake, "we could be friends I guess, only if you want to. We are technically friends through this dumbass app Childe recommended to me-"

"Wait! No way," you gasped, leaning forward. "DID CHILDE MAKE YOU JOIN THAT DUMB APP TOO?"

"The fucking audacity that man has..."  Scaramouche grumbled, looking down.

Then you paused for a second before asking, "do you think he was trying to set us up from the real beginning?"

Scaramouche's eyes widened before narrowing again. "I've got to go to lunch with him tomorrow, so he'll be able to answer for his crimes then."

"Alright," you sighed, nodding, "but can we agree on one thing; we're friends now and we will try not to fight as much in the future?" You outstretched your hand it held it above the table for Scaramouche.

"Yeah," Scaramouche answered, reaching his hand out to grab yours.

Then suddenly a shadow fell over your table, and you looked up to see the smiley waiter with the tray of dango milk. "Your order is up, sir," the waiter exclaimed, grinning widely.

"This place has the worst service," Scaramouche grumbled as he took the dango milk off of the tray as the waiter slowly turned into a nervous mess.

Once the waiter had walked away, you reached the grab one of the bottles of dango milk, but Scaramouche swatted your hand away angrily. "No," he scowled, "that's my dango milk. If you really want some, order your own."

You sighed, "seriously?"

"Mhm," Scaramouche replied before grabbing the bottle of dango milk and taking a long sip from it. After he was done, he put the drink down, paused for a second, then asked, "so, what do you want to chat about?"

•

"CHILDE!" A booming voice echoed throughout the entire restaurant, causing heads to turn towards the person that had just stomped in.

"Hahah," Childe laughed at one of the restaurant's tables, "uh oh, I'm in trouble."

Scaramouche stomped all the way until he was at Childe's table. Childe was smiling despite the fact that a really, really angry Scaramouche was in front of him. "CHILDE! WHAT. THE. HELL."

Childe asked, "so did you enjoy your date last night?"

"SHUT UP!" Scaramouche shouted, "WHY DID YOU SET (Y/N) AND ME UP?"

"You two just needed a push," Childe explained with a shrug, causing Scaramouche to get even angrier. "So... did you enjoy it or did you not?"

Surprisingly, a small blush appeared on Scaramouche's cheeks. "It was... nice..." Then he yelled, "but still, it was absolutely unacceptable due to the fact that you forced us into this in the first place, you complete idiot!!"

"Glad to hear that it was nice!" Childe chuckled before leaning in towards Scaramouche and asking, "so, did you take my advice?"

"No, and I wasn't ever even planning on using it," Scaramouche sighed.

"Really? At least tell me you used one of the pick-up lines or ordered something that wouldn't ruin any romantic moments," Childe exclaimed, worried for his friend.

"I ordered Dango milk," Scaramouche explained, "but that is of no importance. We just sat there as friends. Nothing happened other than us agreeing to try to start tolerating each other. Also all of your pick-up lines sounded very... dark to say the least."

"Hey, it's a step at least!" Childe exclaimed happily, "maybe eventually you'll gain the guts to tell them you like them as something more..."

"Shut up, idiot," Scaramouche growled.

"Okay, sure," Childe chuckled before the waiter came by to check on the table and their order.

"Excuse me." the waiter asked, "would you like something to eat?"

"I'll get a glass of dango milk," Scaramouche ordered, "and this man-child here... just give him some poison or something, I don't care."

"Hey," Childe whined, "now that's just rude! Also, judging by our size, it's more like you are the child here, Scara."

"You better take that back. Your statement, and the nickname," Scaramouche growled, eyes narrowing at his friend. The waiter stood next to them anxiously, debating whether or not he should leave the pair be.

"Right, right," Childe snickered, "I forgot... that nickname is reserved for them and them only, right?"

In less than a second, complete chaos had broken out. Scaramouche yelled, "ALRIGHT THAT'S IT YOU ORANGE MORON-"

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(A/N): Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this oneshot. This was requested by @t4rtagliaslegacy. I don't think I did too great in writing the second part, so sorry about that. I kind of lost inspiration halfway through writing this part, and my mental health hasn't been all too great recently.

If you enjoyed the story, please feel free to vote or give me a follow! Every time someone does that it always lightens up my day to see that people actually like the crap I post.

Also I didn't get Kokomi T-T
Venti came home though, so everything's alright!
But when I wished for Ayato, I got Qiqi instead... I now hate Qiqi more than you can possibly imagine.

Anyways, I hope y'all have a perfect day! Bye!

(1947 words)
(Posted on April 23, 2022)