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“Too cheap to buy me the matching shirt?” Scara smirks, standing in front of the couch where Childe sits.
“No, you’re techically my cat now. I need to show that you're mine somehow.” Childe smirks mischievously. Scara’s smile falls.
“Oh what, the fucking collar wasn’t enough? Where’d you even buy this, a sex shop?” Scara scowls, tossing the collar into Childe’s lap. The jingle it releases is miserable. Childe doesn’t even grace him with a reply- just that stupid handsome smirk.
“You're disgusting.” Scara frowns.
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Tldr: A bet goes south for Scaramouche, and he is "forced" to be Childe’s cat for the day.
