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Scaramouche

"You can't?..."

You

"I can't..."

Scaramouche

"Y/N."

You

"Yeah?..."

Scaramouche

"How many times are we going to go over this- Just tell me the damn thing you're gonna say!"

You

"Scaramouche, I can't eat."

Scaramouche

"... Why?"

You

"You're so stupid!"

Scaramouche

"You're stupid!"

You

"Can't you see that I haven't been able to move my arms for the past 7 days?! I'm locked down and I can't feed myself!"

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Scaramouche

"... Oh."

You

"Yeah."

Scaramouche crossed his arms and wandered around a little, a distressed expression on his face. After he was done, he moved his chair closer to your rolling table and took a deep breath in and a long breath out. He took an anxious gulp.

Scaramouche

"Okay..."

You

"Hurry up. I'm hungry."

Scaramouche

"Alright, alright, I'm hurrying..."

He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and held them close to your mouth.

You opened it, and you swear you saw Scaramouche cringe as he put them in your mouth. He hated it so much that he had to close his eyes shut and look away.

You

"Scaramouche, you're so extra."

Scaramouche

"I am not extra. I just hate feeding people other than myself."

Scaramouche's reaction didn't matter to you. The noodles were already a touch cold since you and Scaramouche had wasted so much time fighting that could have been spent eating. 

There was also the matter of you and Scaramouche being in Snezhnaya, the Nation of Cryo. You didn't mind the noodles being somewhat stale; they tasted like the most exquisite thing on the planet at this moment, given you hadn't eaten anything for 7 days.

Scaramouche lifted the cover from the bottle of water.

Scaramouche

"Do you want your water now?"

You

"Sure."

Scaramouche sighed again, cringing as he placed the bottle's tip to your lips.

You

"Woah, hey!"

You shifted your head backward to avoid the bottle.

Scaramouche

"What the hell's this for?! You said you wanted the rest of my water, well here it is!"

You

"No, no- Waterfall it!"

Scaramouche

"Why?! Just drink it already!"

You

"No! That's considered an indirect kiss!"

Scaramouche

"I don't care! I'm not gonna be drinking from it anymore anyway so I'm not bothered, so just deal with it!"

Your throat was as dry as it had ever been, so you just coped with it, even though you despised it.

Scaramouche

"Tilt your head back more."

He gently nudged your chin backward so you could drink the water easily.

Scaramouche

"Damn, you drank it so fast like your life depended on it."

You

"That's because my life really did depend on a half-emptied water bottle."

Scaramouche

"Heh, I figured."

However, water and instant noodles were insufficient. You were still starving, but you assumed you'd wait until Scaramouche believed it was time to feed you again, or until your stomach started to really hurt.

The door to your room slammed open, and the locks flew off, violently striking the wall behind you.

Arlecchino

"Why are you so loud? Quiet down."

Scaramouche

"No! It took me forever to set up those locks!"

Arlecchino

"I don't care. Stop yelling."

Scaramouche

"I wasn't the one yelling, it was them."

You

"Liar! It was you!"

Arlecchino

"It was both of you, end of story. Enough. I can hear you both through the walls, and they're thicker than the snow outside, which says a lot."

Scaramouche raced out to ask Arlecchino a question as she stepped out the door.

Scaramouche

"Wait!"

Arlecchino

"... What is it?"

Scaramouche

"Where the hell is Dottore?"

Arlecchino

"Talking to the Tsaritsa. Why?"

Scaramouche

"Seriously?! For two, almost three days?!"

Arlecchino

"Talking to the Tsaritsa isn't as simple as you think it would be. Maybe she got mad at him, and now he's dead. You never know."

Scaramouche

"Jeez... That would suck. I'm getting tired of watching over Y/N, they're getting on my last nerve. I wish that Dottore would just take over already."

Arlecchino

"Really? It looks like you two are getting along well."

She said, with sarcasm.

Scaramouche

"Could you take over? Just watch over them for me while I finally get to relax."

Arlecchino

"No. Do it yourself."

She crossed her arms, turned away, and then left.

Scaramouche

*Sigh* "Seriously, I'm getting so sick of this..."

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-THREE DAYS LATER, STILL LOCKED UP-

You

"Stop snoring."

Scaramouche shook his head awake, he had slept while laying his head on his hand, his elbow propped up on his own knee.

Scaramouche

"No... Just lemme."

Scaramouche had slept for the few days when you hadn't. His duty was to interrogate and monitor your every action, but he became bored and simply slept, waiting for Dottore to return so he could finally have some time to himself. He expected Dottore to do all the work.

Five days have passed with Scaramouche interrogating you, and he's only been able to get one thing out of you. 

It wasn't even important, at least not to the Tsaritsa.

Scaramouche pushed his chair up to your rolling table and rested his head on the very edge, careful not to bump his head against you.

You

"Hey! This is my rolling table, I'll remind you."

Scaramouche

"Eh... It's better than using my own hand as a pillow."

He said, drifting off into sleep. 

His snores grew louder as he came closer, and you felt more irritated. You tried to sleep as well, but after sleeping for nearly the whole previous two days, you couldn't. You were fairly sure it wasn't how things were meant to operate, but you were thinking about whether or not you were human at the time, so it made sense.

He was asleep next to your hand, which was still locked in place. Against your hand were a few strands of his hair, which was soft like silk. You swore that if you were released, which had a very little probability, your entire body would ache from being in the same position for five days, if not longer.

You

"Scaramouche, I'm hungry again."

Scaramouche responded with snores that became louder by the second.

Because your hand was so close to his head, you used all of your effort to lift it just a little bit and then slapped him awake.

Scaramouche

"Agh!"

You

"Could you get me food please?"

Scaramouche

"Seriously?! That's what you woke me up for?!"

You

"Yeah. What other reason would I wake you up for?"

Scaramouche

"Oh, I don't know, maybe if it were an actual emergency?!"

You

"... Wait. Aren't you supposed to be monitoring me, actually?"

Scaramouche

"Ah, your head's healed, and the rest of your body is spotless of wounds. You're fine, there's basically no need for me to monitor you anymore."

You

"What if I die from a heart attack then? The harbingers will think you killed me or something."

Scaramouche

"Yeah well, you won't be getting a heart attack since you're not at risk for one."

You

*Sigh* "You never know. Okay- Back onto the topic of food-"

Scaramouche

"Alright, alright! I'll see what I can get, good lord... If I get you food, then you'll let me sleep in peace, right?"

You

"Yes. I'll let you sleep peacefully."

And, just like the last time, he left and returned in no time. Even more quickly than before. It might be because he has a desire; the urge to fall asleep.