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Scaramouche

"And I'm back! You get to eat these random pretzels that were for some reason in the freezer."

You

"... The freezer?"

Scaramouche

"Hey- Don't ask me, I haven't been to headquarters since I ran away. Childe probably put them in there or something."

He opened the pretzel bag and threw one at your face. You tried to catch it with your mouth and succeeded.

You

"Hey, look, Scaramouche! I caught it!"

Scaramouche

"Don't play with your food!"

You

"Pfft, you sound like an angry mom. They're cold!"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, I just told you that they were in the freezer."

You

"Toss me another one!"

Scaramouche

"No."

You

"Come on, we're both bored and hopeless, just toss me another one. I'll catch it again, just watch."

Scaramouche scoffed, laughed, and threw another one with greater force, which got trapped between your top and bottom row of teeth.

You

"Okay- Now you're just throwing them at me!"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, that's the whole point!"

You

"No, no- You're supposed to at least give me time to catch one."

Scaramouche

"Use your hands."

You

*Sigh* "I thought you'd realize by now that using my hands is impossible."

Scaramouche

"I mean like- If you're magical, you could just free your hands yourself."

You

"Too bad for me, I'm not magical!"

Scaramouche laughed again, flinging another pretzel in your face.

His smile faded as he realized how he was behaving in such a situation. He cleared his throat and then sat back down, evidently resisting the impulse to burst out laughing.

You

"What's wrong?"

Scaramouche

"What?"

You

"You just had like... A mini breakdown just now."

Scaramouche

"I did? What?- No I didn't,"

You

"Yeah, you did."

Scaramouche

"How?"

You

"You stopped throwing the pretzels at me. Look, they're all over the floor."

You laughed, trying to spark another conversation which was failing in the moment.

Scaramouche

"Oh. I just figured it was childish, that's all."

You

"Childish? Scaramouche, we could care less. The fatui are after both our heads, let's just enjoy these moments before we die."

Scaramouche

"Until we die? No, no, until you die."

You

"... Wow, okay. What's wrong, seriously?"

Scaramouche

"Nothing's wrong."

You

"Are you sure?"

Scaramouche

"I'm sure."

You

"Are you very sure?"

Scaramouche

"Yes, I'm fine."

You

"... Very very very sure?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, I'm very sure, Y/N! Stop annoying me with this crap already..." I'm getting too attached.

You stopped laughing and joking around since the look on Scaramouche's face suggested that he was ready to lose his shit if you kept talking.

You

"Okay, damn... I was just making sure." And just as we started to get a bit closer too. Man, I was having fun.

"You know I kinda like it here better."

Scaramouche

"What?"

You

"Here. In Snezhnaya."

Scaramouche

"What?- Why?!"

You

"Because my life in Inazuma is too repetitive. Boring. But here, I'm actually locked up in a room with an ex-fatui harbinger being ordered to watch over their hostage. Isn't that crazy?"

Scaramouche

"Hm."

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Silence. It was awkward too. Scaramouche was bouncing his leg up and down as if he was about to take an exam for which he hadn't prepared, and you were staring in the opposite direction. 

Things were going well, and you were looking forward to getting to know Scaramouche better from your own point of view rather than the Raiden's, but it wasn't easy to become friends with someone like him.

You prayed to the archons that he'd bring something up to break the uneasy silence between you two, that anything would break the unpleasant stillness.

And something did.

Dottore

"I'm back! Did you miss me?!"

Dottore yelled, pushing himself through the door until the hinges snapped and the door crashed down on the hard ground, producing a tremendous bang that resonated through the corridors.

Scaramouche

"Dottore. It's about time you took over."

Dottore

"So, did you get anything to slip out of Y/N's mouth?"

Scaramouche

"... No."

Dottore

"... Seriously?"

Dottore was disappointed, the tone in his voice broke down the minute he heard Scaramouche's reply. You could see the frown worn on his face.

You stared at Scaramouche, concerned, knowing you had told him something in return for instant noodles and water. Scaramouche chose to keep it a secret. Dottore would undoubtedly be disappointed even if he told him what you told Scaramouche.

Scaramouche

"Anyway, what the fuck took you so long?! Ten days talking to the Tsaritsa?!"

Dottore

"Hey now, talking to her isn't that easy. There's a whole lot to process."

Scaramouche

"Like what?"

Dottore

"... I'd rather not share. Anyways- Y/N! I missed you so much!"

You

"... I didn't."

Dottore

"Whaaat?! How could you not miss this face?"

You

"It's really hard to miss that face."

Dottore

"Oh. Well, anyways, good news! I talked some things out with the Tsaritsa and she told me that using brutal ways of torture and violence against you is permitted just to get the secrets out of you."

You let out a low gasp, knowing what was coming for you. Scaramouche merely stood there staring, arms folded.

Dottore

"Now, now, I know that you've gotten real comfy in this room of yours, so you must like it a lot. Everyone wants to keep their rooms clean unless they're mentally unstable and isn't able to keep it clean, so, to not have blood-stained walls, I'll be moving you to your old room. So sorry!"

yeah the mentally unstable part was definitely aimed at you reader

just kidding i love you guys 😘

You

"What?..."

Dottore

"What do you mean, 'what'? I'm moving you to your old room. You know, the one with the chains and all. Even if you wanted to use this room to be interrogated, I'm not going to be able to allow that."

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"Guess I'll get going now."

Dottore

"Oh no, you won't. The Tsaritsa told me to inform you that you'll be sticking with them forever until they're released... Which won't be anytime soon."

He said, with a smug smile on his face.

Scaramouche

"Seriously?..."

Dottore

"Did it sound like I was joking? But still, you're not permitted to use any sort of physical harm against them. The Tsaritsa only allowed me to do such. Now, are you ready, Y/N?"

You

"..."

Dottore

"..."

Scaramouche

"... Wait, wait- So what am I supposed to do now? If you're the one beating them to a pulp, what do I do?"

Dottore

"Ask questions? I dunno, just stand and watch?- Anyways, Y/N didn't reply, so that must mean that they're so very excited to get their questioning session started!"

Scaramouche

"I don't think that's how it works..."

Scaramouche pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked all the steel arcs that were binding your limbs down. It felt fantastic to be free of that rigid surface, but it felt dreadful to think of what Dottore had in store for you.

Dottore

"Come on, up we go!"

Dottore grabbed both of your hands and pulled them firmly, yanking you off the moving table just as you were about to sit up. Dottore's vigorous withdrawal of you from the rolling table knocked it over on its side.

Dottore

"Wow, isn't this great? The last time I saw you, you weren't even able to walk 'cause your head was all messed up! Is it healed now?"

You

"Uhm... I mean-"

Dottore

"It doesn't matter to me, I'll just mess it up again."