ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ chiscara
THE WAY MY BRAIN WENT “this is so chiscara coded” I RAN TO MAKE THIS OMGGMFMFFM
I just fell to the floor this is so funny and so them scara is so ridiculous
This just awakened an office au in my mind oml
he makes childe’s work life just the tiniest of inconvenient to entertain himself but not get in trouble with HR as soon as childe got hired and Childe doesn’t even realize
He’s just wondering “wow maybe my sins ARE catching up to me, what is this bad luck?” but it cancels out because he gets to greet his BEAUTIFUL coworker everyday tsaritsa bless
(visualize him moving to greet scara but it’s one of the days his shoelaces are fatefully tied together and he falls flat on his face arms stretched out in front of him as scara snickers behind his hands evilly (I MIGHT draw this))
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One does not simply ignore the fact that you fake-kissed while on a mission.
Sabine and Ezra had not spoken in sixteen days.
People were getting suspicious.
Something had to be done.
So, Sabine woman’d up, and cornered Ezra in the Phantom.
“We need to talk,” she announced, a little more menacingly than she meant to.
She kind of expected him to panic and start stammering, but instead he let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We really need to talk.”
“Yeah…” Sabine echoed, suddenly unsure where to go with the conversation. She’d prepared this in her head with him being freaked out, not with him just as eager to get this talked over as she was.
“I don’t think pretending it didn’t happen is working,” he said, after a long pause.
“Brilliant observation, genius. What could possibly have clued you in?” she asked, defaulting to sarcasm before she could stop herself.
Ezra took it with a grin. “I think it was the time you were so concentrated on not looking at me that you walked into a door.”
She… had no idea where to go with that. Because he was right. She’d walked into a door because of him and his stupid pretty eyes. (Not that he knew about the stupid pretty eyes part.)
Ezra flipped down one of the seats, and gestured for her to sit across from him. She did, and he leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.
“Remember how I said you were the best friend I could ever have asked for?” he asked.
“I think your exact words were coolest friend.”
“Best friend, coolest friend… either way.” Ezra seemed to gather himself, then spoke quickly. “Kissing is not something the average person does with their best coolest friend.”
Sabine startled so hard she almost fell out of her seat. “Okay, when I said we needed to talk about it, I didn’t mean so—bluntly—”
He held up his hands and gave her a pleading look. “Just hear me out?”
“…fine. Whatever.”
“Pretending we didn’t kiss is just going to kriff up everything.”
Sabine cleared her throat, feeling red creep up her cheeks. “Can we just… not say… the, uh… ‘k-word’?”
“Sure. Pretending we didn’t kiss is just going to mess up everything.”
“That wasn’t the k-word I was—”
Sabine stopped as she saw the smile on his face.
He was joking.
But... oh, karabast, that smile.
Her heart started rattling a rapid beat in her chest and she was suddenly short on breath.
She stood up quickly, which did not help with either of those problems. “I need my helmet for this discussion.”
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please can we talk about how absolutely hilarious of a concept it is that every serial killer in America just knows each other and knows they are all serial killers and that they all meet up for a literal organized convention and call it the “cereal convention” like this is peak comedy
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