It was supposed to a peaceful day, a perfect time to read and rest. However, it looks like luck wasn't on your side..

"I swear to myself, that I'll blast off your face if you don't stop bothering me, ginger head." Scaramouche spoke harshly, as a frown and irritation was visible on his face, he crossed his arms to his chest.

Childe lets out a nervous chuckle, as he doesn't seems to back down either. "Hey, hey, chill out, Scaramouche. I was just asking what if-"

They're fighting again..