“I was merely speaking to them first, don’t interrupt.” Xiao spat at the indigo-haired boy practically pouting as he glared.

“I’ll leave if they ask me to, emo boy.” Scaramouche sneered in response, his eyes glancing over at you briefly then back to the amber-eyed adeptus.

“As if you and your ridiculous bowl cut are any better.” Xiao scoffed.

Just another day of the two anemo boys bickering back and forth. You came to grow unsurprised to it, but not unbothered. How annoying.