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Scaramouche was playing project sekai on his phone. The song he was playing was Ifuudoudou on master difficulty. He missed 2 notes and all of a sudden you hear a "FUCK!!!" and then a "BOOM! CRASH!" come from his room. Childe walked into his room, "Whoa, Comrade, what was that noise?!-" He looked on the ground and saw a shattered phone.
"SCARA??? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PHONE!?!?"
"I got mad."
"WELL NO DUH THE PHONE IS SHATTERED!! WHAT IN ARCHON'S NAME HAPPENED?!"
"...I missed a few notes on Project Sekai."
Childe muttered under his breath, "Why do you have to have such bad anger issues.."
"I HEARD THAT!" Scaramouche picked up a chair about ready to throw it at Childe.
"AH, AH, NO PLEASE DONT THROW THE CHAIR AT ME, SCARA"
"I WONT HESITATE BITCH!!"
"NOOOOOOO I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK!"
Scaramouche starts running after Childe with the chair in his hands. Childe ran out the door and quickly shut it and Scaramouche ran into the door, chair first. "That poor chair" Childe said, nearly sobbing. He fell to his knees, continue sobbing, "That poor chair was so expensive… I mean I can buy more… but still…." Scaramouche bursted through the door with one of the legs on the chair broken, Childe running for his life again. Scaramouche threw the broken leg at Childe's head, which he just barely dodged. The broken leg then flew into the wall, creating a hole to the outside. "That's it!! I'm buying a new house! I have the mora for it!!!" Childe yelled.