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"Do you want to go to the arcade?"

"Huh?" You glanced over at Scaramouche, who looked back at you too. 

"The arcade? Do you know what that is?" 

"W- Yeah! I do know what an arcade is!" You said hotly. "We should go! It's super cool!" 

"Alright, alright" 

You checked your phone for the time.  "I promised Childe I would go to his house at five, so we have half an hour!" 

He scoffed, snorting in disbelief.  "You would choose that peanut head over me?" 

"Hey! He's gonna give me the concert tickets for my favourite artist!"



Once you had reached the arcade, you both looked around. 

"Wait, this is so cute!" Your eyes lit up upon seeing a claw machine filled with cute teddy bears. "Aww.. I really want it!" 

Scaramouche came over and peered over your shoulder. "Eh, I guess"

"They're ADORABLE!" You squealed, your face pressed against the glass. "Im gonna try get one!"

After many, many tries (Scaramouche counted 10,) you still had no teddy! 

"This stupid machine is fucking rigged!" 

"Hey kiddo, don't kick it. The machine has feelings too dumbo" 

"Aww.." You could only stare longingly at the teddy bear that you wanted. 

Scaramouche sighed, and if you had looked closely you would see him slightly smile. You see, you looked kinda cute- all pouty and upset. 

"You're just bad.  Here, let me try"

He examined the machine before leaning over you and putting his hand on yours, gently guiding the joystick forwards. "You just have to get the right place" He murmured

"H-huh?"  You mumbled, thanking god that he couldn't see your red face. 

"Mhm, look"

He's so close...

In your opinion, it was honestly a moment straight out of a romance film. 

'And there we go" Scaramouche chuckled quietly, letting go of your hand. "You owe me now" He stepped away. 

"..Right"  You looked down at your hand, face still slightly pink. 

"Here"  He leant down to collect the soft toy, passing it to you. 

"Thanks!" 

Wow, you were a mess. 



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