— PROTOTYPE

//thinking about scaramouche when he first got picked up by the fatui....

//the only thing stopping me from finishing this oc is the fact that I need to make a nice looking pinned tweet. smh

[ he lied. he gives him two counts, taking off after him with laughter that rang out around them. it was nice, this playfulness. forgetting in favor of chasing. ]

//no one: me: haha what if I picked baizhu back up

//rubs my grubby little hands together working on my (sort of) fatui oc

oh! yes. I'll give you to the count of three.

So many options! I wonder with which should I start.

hey (with the intention of stabbing you in the back)

seductive sunday this, seductive sunday that. what if I seductively slit your throat.

//💕💕💕 A+++++ fc choice

//melly my beloved....

//its been so long I'm finding I don't remember how to start conversations

If you see his hands covered in blood, mind your own business. Or don't, he couldn't care less.

//comes back to genshintwt with three new ocs and the urge to muse childe. slips and falls on my face. hey 😏

Or into the ground, either works.

//what if I came back to twitter. what then

[ he moved his other hand to the eleventh harbinger's chin, gripping it with his nails digging in. ] I like you like this. [ another yank on his hair, a few pieces coming out between his fingers. ] it's not as fun when you don't fight back, though.

[ he yanks him back (still by the hair), sneering at the blood on his face. ] you look awful pretty like that, don't you?