tw for vomit in this one, if you read the intro i warned u guys this book was gonna be graphic/contain disturbing stuff 😭

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Scaramouche was sound asleep on his inflatable mattress by the time you finished cleaning up. His temperature had already regained its normal level thanks to the medicine, it did wonders. You lay down beside him, just as you had promised. 

Scaramouche awoke immediately when he felt movement on the mattress.

You

"... Shit."

Scaramouche

"Ugh..."

You

"No, no, go back to sleep."

Scaramouche

"Mhm..."

You

"... What are you doing?"

He began to squirm beneath the blanket, getting closer and closer to you. Given that it was so unexpected, you flinched as you felt his hands slide against your body.

You

"Woah..."

Scaramouche

"So cozy... Hah..."

You

"Okay..."

You placed one hand on his head, which was now resting against your chest. Scaramouche was basically on top of you, holding you as if you were a body pillow.

You

"I never knew you were a hugger."

He lifted his head off your chest suddenly just as you ran your fingers throughout his silky indigo hair. 

Something didn't seem right.

You

"Scaramouche?"

Scaramouche

"..."

He was gazing at you blankly, and you were staring back.

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"..."

Things were not looking well. He had a nauseous expression on his face, and a nauseous face on a drunk guy never meant well. His hand sprang up to cover his mouth, and he yanked himself away from you. 

You followed him as he sprinted as fast as he could to your bathroom, shoving the door wide open that made a loud noise.

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Kazuha

"N/N?... I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?"

Kazuha asked, anxious. He entered your room cautiously, making sure he wasn't intruding on anything.

You

"Hey, Kazuha."

Kazuha

"Oh!..."

He peeked into the restroom and saw you crouching at Scaramouche's level, caressing his back with one hand and the other hand holding his hair back as he hurled his last meal over the toilet. He was on his knees on the bathroom floor, incredibly frustrated.

Kazuha

"His hangover was this bad?"

You

"Mhm. I'll never let him get near a can of beer after this."

Kazuha

"Everything's alright though, besides the fact that Scaramouche is throwing up... Right?"

You

"Yeah. If you're-"

Scaramouche

"Blegh!"

Scaramouche interrupted, retching, and you continued to stroke Scaramouche's back. Kazuha stood there awkwardly, expecting you to keep the conversation going.

You

"... As I was saying, if you're worried about that loud bang, it was just the sound of Scaramouche banging my bathroom door open to... Well, to end up like this."

Scaramouche

"Uh... Ugh..."

You

"Yeah, yeah, nobody ever feels good during hangovers, I get it."

You said, still running your hand up and down his back.

Kazuha

"I know it's two in the morning, but would it help if I made him a cup of his favourite tea? Just let me know which tea he likes best and I'll get right to it."

You

"Ah, good idea. I've just gotta get him cleaned up... Again." *Sigh*

"His favourite is the one in the pastel green packaging, it should have a 'Kuding Tea' label on it."

Kazuha

"Oh, that's the really bitter one, right? But I did hear it's an amazing medicinal tea."

You

"That's right."

Kazuha

"I'll get it ready."

Scaramouche

"Fucking hell..."

You

"Finally finished?"

He nodded, his hand covering half his face and a frustrated expression on his face. He flushed the toilet, backed away, and rested his head on the edge of the bathtub, which was just next to him.

Scaramouche

"Ah... I haven't felt this terrible in ages."

"..."

"That's a lie."

You

"Hehe, I figured. The fact that you were part of the fatui alone explains it all."

"You're finally sober."

"... I think?..."

Scaramouche

"Pleeease never let me drink another glass of beer. Ever. Again."

"It's only fun when you drink it, but this hangover or whatever... Is not it."

You

"You only feel like this because you drank too much."

Scaramouche

"I did?..."

You

"Yeah, there were glasses on top of glasses of beer that you consumed. It was crazy."

Scaramouche

"Oh..."

"So you're telling me I can still drink beer without a hango-"

You

"Oh no, no, no, you're never drinking beer again."

"Heh, not after this."

Scaramouche

"Whaaat?"

You

"Oh please, don't give me that look."

He was squinting his eyes at you as if you were in the wrong.

You

"Weren't you complaining about how beer smells so disgusting? And you also mentioned something about its 'terrible' taste."

Scaramouche

"Yeah, but that was before!..."

You

"Nuh-uh. I'm still keeping you away from beer."

Scaramouche was ready to laugh until his nausea stopped him. He groaned as he slid down against the edge of the bathtub on the bathroom floor, his arms hugging his stomach.

You

*Sigh* "What, are you gonna go at it again?"

You asked, your hands prepared to pull back his hair once again.

Scaramouche

"No... My stomach's just upset."

You

"Oh, that's right. Kazuha made tea for you. You can have it after I clean you up."

Scaramouche

"After you clean me up?..."

"No. I can do it myself."

You

"Oh shut up, no you can't. Look, you can't even get out of that position."

Scaramouche was stuck there on the bathroom floor, holding himself in his own arms.

Scaramouche

"..."

You

"I already bathed you, we just need to clean up your face and all."

Scaramouche

"You bathed me?!"

You

"What, were you expecting a ghost to bathe you? The smell of beer was literally radiating off of you, and I wouldn't be able to sleep that way. I've already told you this-"

Scaramouche

"Well- I was drunk!"

You

"You couldn't bathe yourself in that state, so I had to do it..."

Scaramouche

"Urgh..."

He tightened his grip on his stomach even more, the nausea making him sweat.

You

"Come here."

You helped him to stand, and bringing him to the sink was way too much of a struggle.

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Kazuha

"Tea's ready."

Scaramouche

"!..."

You

"Thanks, Kazuha. You should get to bed, it's really late."

Kazuha

"I will soon."

You walked to the door to retrieve the tea from Kazuha, then brought it carefully to Scaramouche's bed. Scaramouche sat upright on his bed, teary-eyed, his entire lower body shrouded in a thick, warm blanket. 

You handed Scaramouche a steaming cup of tea, making sure it didn't spill.

You

"It's your favourite!~"

You told him, in a sing-song tone.

Scaramouche

"Kuding?"

He asked, excited.

You

"That's right."

He gave you a slight grin before looking down at his tea and carefully drinking it.

You

"Given that it's a medicinal tea, it should get rid of all the illness symptoms you have right now."

Scaramouche

"It's medicinal?..."

You

"... You didn't know?"

Scaramouche 

"I only ever drank it because of the bitterness."

"The most bitter tea known to man."

You

"No wonder why you like it so much."

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You

"Maaan I'm exhausted..."

You said this while falling backwards, your head on Scaramouche's lap, your back flat on his bed.

Scaramouche

"Careful, you almost made me spill my tea on you!"

You

"Please, we both know you'd care more about the tea falling than a burn on my face."

"Agh, I had to clean you up two times already. Two! Why wouldn't I be exhausted?"

Scaramouche

"Trust me, when you were on drugs and I had to clean you up, it was much worse than this."

You

"Worse?! Really?"

Scaramouche

"Definitely."

You

"Hm... I doubt that."

Scarmouche

"You only say that because you weren't the one bathing a drugged person, you were bathing a drunk person."

"How'd I act while you bathed me, huh?"

You

"You tried to eat the bubbles."

Scaramouche

"Oh yeah? At least it wasn't as bad as decorating your face with bubbles so you looked like a deformed cat."

You

"Haha, I did that?"

Scaramouche

"And there were no wounds of mine that you needed to clean! While you were drugged, you were injured too, remember?"

"Plus, you kept on calling me like... Scaraboobies or something- But asides from that point, I think it's safe to assume that back then was much worse than now."

You

*Sigh* "You've got a point."

Scaramouche

"Never go on drugs again, you got that?"

You

"Yeah, yeah, I never planned on doing it."

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