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scara had his lips pursed into a thin line, trying to find the words as his cheeks warmed up from sheer embarrassment. his cheeks now a rosy red as his gaze wandered onto the tall ginger that stared back at him with a shy smile plastered across his lips.
"So..?" Childe trails off, his hands urging the other male to say something, anything that gives any type of response. "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? I just said I liked you!"
The other pouts, trying to read scara as he simply knits his eyebrows together, an attitude starting to form. "I don't fucking know, don't start pouting at me because I don't know how the fuck you caught feelings for me." Scara throws his hands up into a fit, trying to walk past Childe only to be cornered between the man's arms.
"Are you fucking serious right now? Move."
"Not until you give me an answer."
Now Childe was just being persistent, trying to flirt his way out of this situation as a way to swoon his way into Scaras heart as if he already hadn't done so. Scara could feel himself get angry at the mere fact the other would assume he'd admit his romantic feelings for him in such a situation. It was pissing him off. Though Scara was tiny, he packed a punch. One that Childe had felt plenty of times to know that he doesn't want to have to feel again. But in one quick motion, it wasn't Childe trapping him, it was the other way around. Scara had his foot planted in between the gingers legs, eyes glaring daggers at the taller.
"You fucker, you have some nerve trying to get me to confess to you! Are you kidding me, right now?!"
Childe stared in absolute horror as the other started banging his foot repeatedly closer to his crotch as he grew more angry with each word that slipped out of his own mouth. "Jesus, scara! I'm sorry-!" He cuts himself off, only to be pulled into a kiss by the hem of his shirt. It was a surprise.
Scara not being the one for physical affection, having anything having to do with physical touch being the one to make the first move when it came to something serious. "Does that answer your question?" He says up against the others lips, seeing as though he stared up at him, face still scrunched up with anger, but the redness on his cheeks was proof that he liked it, and that Childe had actually got what he wanted.
Childe had put his hands down that signaled he has surrendered the moment Scara had pulled him into a kiss. The way the other slowly placed his hands on his hips, pulling his closer than he was before. "Is this what you wanted?" Scara whispers up against his lips, almost breathless as he draws nearer. A proud grin made its way onto Childes lips, as they both brushed their lips up against each other's.
"And if I teased you, and said no?"
The way Scara smashes his lips against Childes out of pure anger was enough to let Childe know that the other definently right. Scara had forced his tongue into the gingers mouth, letting Childes hands grip his waist tightly enough to leave a mark. The way you would when making love to someone, and honestly, Scara could care less about the marks they were going to leave because he was starting to like taking the lead of the taller man he was kissing up against a wall. But then he pulls away.
The whine that emits from the back of Childes throat is what catches the purple haired male off guard, a raise of his eyebrow that suffices with a grin before Scara finally decided to grab his hand, pulling himself away by force in order to get them to their dorm room they so happened to share together only to finish what they started.