Childe and Scara were wrestling again, often it was Scara getting mad at him and Childe in indulging it or both of them just playing around.

“Ohoho? Is that the best you can do?” He growled, a sly grin on his face and felt his arms being pulled on by Scaramouche.

“agh…. Alright, alright.. my bad.” He huffed a bit irritably, knowing that was the answer he would have gotten from the start if he decided to tease.