"I don't get how you don't like them so much, Balladeer." Childe said, shrugging.

You were a new harbinger starting out, and was 7th, right under Scaramouche.

"Tch. They're dumb! They can't comprehend normal stuff! Who'd like them!" He spat out, crossing his arms.

Childe scoffed then smirked, "Then maybe I'll try my shot with them." He said, snickering to himself before quicking shutting up after Scaramouche's glare.

"The hell did you say? They're mine." He muttered out darkly.