@hitokageisei​ asked: Scaramouche  casually  waiting  for  Childe  to  give  him  some  tasty  pierogi  from  granny.  ๑(◕‿◕)๑

          a direct conflict against his responsibilities as fatui and his insatiable wanderlust, there are few opportunities available for childe to return home. it’s a far trek from the palace to the quaint house in the rural outskirts of the city, one that requires hours of commute by car. but childe has always made space in his hectic schedule to visit his family before his next departure, always filled with new chatter of his adventures for his younger siblings to tune in to. here in this home, it is a space to be ajax: son, brother, toymaker, and devotee. here, the fatui and the tsaritsa cannot reach them, a brief respite before bearing his warrior’s teeth once more.

          ajax made sure to use those teeth and rip apart childe and ajax from one other. it’s an equilibrium he’s honed and maintained for years, both facets knowing that this was best for his family. and for the first time in quite a while, he feels that stability dangerously tipped over as he eyes the balladeer with confusion. they sit across each other, already surrounded by teucer and the twins in a blink the moment scaramouche took his seat. they’re insistent on asking him about his creations, his ideas, how he’s helping CEO ajax with the craft. 

          albeit the occasional quirk of the other’s lips with both amusement and annoyance ( targeted blatantly for childe ), the atmosphere is... peaceful, despite the chatter of the zakharov household filling the house. grandmama’s delectable meals waft in the air with warmth as she passes the serving dish to ajax. go on, pass it on to your friend, child. he barely manages to hide the twitch of his eye before he locks eyes with scaramouche again. 

          ajax isn’t quite sure how they arrived in this strange scenario, but as long as the kids are entertained... and besides, he can surely make use of this setting to create his own amusement.

          ajax musters a comically large smile, heaping dumplings on scaramouche’s empty plate.  “here you go, my buddy-pal-friend scara.” he doesn’t miss the way the edge of scaramouche’s mouth twitches at the endearment. “and make sure you finish it all! grandma scolds kids who don't finish their meal with her mighty slipper.”