"Hey shortie, what are you listening to?" Childe asked Scaramouche while casually draping an arm over your shoulders. He craned his neck to try and glance at Scaramouche's phone while the other boy was wearing his earphones.

"None of your business, ginger." Scaramouche pulled his earphones out before swatting Childe's arm away from your shoulders, his voice laced with mockery.

You were slotted between them on the bench as they continued their back and forth, nonchalant to the bickering.