seven / date (kinda)

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
it was a new day, a new day meaning more work to do. meaning you're going to be even more drained; it was rather tiring just be active you know? although today you didn't mind going out today, after tutoring scaramouche had promised to repay you for the trouble he had caused. though you did think you did deserve a reward or some sort as he did tire you out more than once now, there was no way you'd be able to say no.
as you grabbed your bag you took one last glace at the place before saying bye. without saying another word baizhu waved a silent goodbye as qiqi snored softly on the couch. you then attempted to shut the door; despite how many times you tried it didn't appear to shut. you took a peek behind you to see scaramouche clutching onto his leg in torture as your eyes seemed to widen at the sight.
"y-you actual bitch." said scaramouche as he tried his best to keep his voice low, though it appeared to be a real struggle for him. "wait i did that..." you whispered back in guilt as you tried to process things, you literally slammed the door about three, four, seven times?
"no shit you did." scaramouche had said, eyeing you with a displeased look present on his face making you look down in embarrassment. "sorry." you say blankly as you were actually sorry as the mark on his leg was in fact visible. scaramouche sighed in return, making you look back up to face him.
 "don't worry about it so much, i promised you that i'd pay you back for what happened at the arcade didn't i?" you had completely forgot about that message he had sent to you on that rather conflicted day. "how do you even plan on paying me back?" you ask tilting your head to the side with curiosity present in your eyes.
"you'll see, you are free though, right?" that's when you realized you hadn't informed your mother about anything of the such, she wouldn't mind you coming home just a bit late. right?
"just hurry it up alright." you respond totally unenthusiastic as you didn't like the thought of being lectured later at home. "as you wish, (name)." you then smiled in return as you followed scaramouche. "you know, it feels weird seeing you act so formal." scaramouche hummed slightly as your words as the two of you came to a halt.
"i can be decent if i must, just get inside the car." said scaramouche as he tried facing away from you, he must've haven't been paying no interest to his acts. "you can drive?" you questioned as you positioned yourself on the leather black seat, his car smelled like vanilla. a lot like himself.
"was that supposed to be an insult?" scaramouche replied as he eyed you judgingly. "probably, just don't kill us please."
right as you guys had entered you immediately leaned over to reach the speaker as it was getting quite awkward, you upped the volume and awaited for a tune. "we only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way..." as you heard this you recognized the song almost immediately, your heart gushed with excitement as there was someone who knew this song. "you listen to chase atlantic?"