Playing Fortnite gone wrong: Scaramouche POV.

Childe: “I’m here, apologies for the delayed arrival comrades.”

Dottore: he glances at Scaramouche, who is in the same room as him because he ~~forced Scaramouche~~ invited Scaramouche over before he looks back at his video call “You said you would be on by 6, yet it is currently 9. Do tell us what you were doing that required 3 hours of your time.”

Childe: he sighs “Sorry, but I was at my grandma’s funeral.”

Dottore: “Really, you skipped out on Fortnite on schedule to go to your grandma’s funeral? Ridiculous.”

Childe: “Wow. At least I wasn’t bullied in school, Walmart Bill Nye the Science Guy. Honestly? You need to check your ego before I get rid of your other segments.”

Dottore: “Wow! Keep that same energy when I throw your ass back into the abyss. I’m not taking back talk from the weakest member.”

Capitano: he pinches the bridge of his nose “Guys…”

Arlecchino: she scoffs

Columbina: she falls asleep at her desk again before Sandrone gently shakes her awake

Lyney: silently wanting the fighting to stop

Lynette: she watches with a blank expression

Freminet: hiding behind his diving helmet

Scaramouche: he groans in annoyance, just wanting to play “Both of you shut the f#ck up and let’s start the match before I have to f#ck both of you up.”

Dottore: he looks back at Scaramouche “Really? How are those 3 betrayals going? Don’t make me have to retraumatize you.”