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“I personally think we should go down to Falcon Coast,” you mentioned casually, looking to your left and staring at Scaramouche, who was making himself a PB&J sandwich.
He looked up at you, raised brow. “And… for what?” He asked you, continuing to spread on the peanut butter.
“A day out. Wouldn’t it be nice to just go down for a nice swim every once and a while? Usually all we do is stab shit. It’s tiring,” you groaned out loud. You really hated going out every single week for the continuous so-called ‘date’ of killing hilichurls and slimes.
“Well, I like stabbing shit. And Falcon Coast sounds boring. Why don’t we hunt for ruin guards this week instead?” He cut his sandwich into little triangles- 4 triangles, and came down to sit next to you.
You gave him an annoyed look. “When I say ‘I’m tired of stabbing shit’ I mean ALL shit. Take me down to Falcon Coast. Let’s have a nice swim!” You pleaded to him. “Please?!”
“Why do you wanna go out for a swim so badly?” He asked, intaking a big bit of breath.
“You know I wanna stare at those, big, juicy abs,” you winked in his direction, jokingly.
“Now we’re definitely not going…” He laid back, grunting and letting out a big sigh.
What’s the big deal with him? Going to the beach… you just wanted to genuinely have fun. Does he have some sort of trauma he can’t tell you about or is he just a pussy?
“I’ll just ask Childe to go with me then. I’m sure he’d agree.” You stood up, going to open the door. You were being serious when you said that- and Scaramouche knew that.
You heard him abruptly stand up as well.
“Wait-“ He tripped a little. “I’ll go, but I won’t be swimming. I’ll just watch.”
“Why?” You questioned. You really just wanted to try something different. Why was he being difficult with this? Why is he so… against it? “Why is it such a bad idea to you?”
“I can tell you- no. I can show you when we get there. Just get ready,” he frowned. You nodded with a sigh, already had planned ahead and grabbed your bags, and then you both head off.
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You approach the beach. You’re getting very excited at the feeling of spending time with Scaramouche- even if he’s being a pissbaby.
“Since you’re going to see it eventually, why the fuck don’t I just show you now?” He’s grabs your shoulders, turning you so you’re facing him. “Watch.”
He steps back as you keep your eyes locked on him. You watched in shock as he pulled his hat off- something you’d never seen him do before. The reason he can’t swim is his hat? What’s so bad about that-
Oh.
Your eyes widened even more than before when you saw what his hat had hid. It was shiny, like an egg.
It was then you put the puzzle piece together. Scaramouche was balding.
And he was just too scared to tell you.
“Scaramouche…” You looked at him in surprise. You’re not disappointed- no. You’re just simply… surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You know I wouldn’t care if you were balding…”
“It’s just... hard to come out about. It’s also… the fact that I don’t know how to swim.” You didn’t know what to say. He was worried about all this?
“How about I teach you, then? Do you have any problems with that?”
He looked up at you. “You? Teach me? … I… have no problems..”
You smiled, happy he was finally embracing himself. Great! Now, come on. I’ll first show you how to hold your breath for a long time,” you smiled at him, as you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the water.
You two had the time of your life.