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"Just get this flower out of me!"
“But Childe, you will forget your dear Balladeer~” The woman pointed out, her tone dripping with mockery and amusement.
“Who are you calling dear, you—!” Scaramouche choked and began coughing out more flowers.
“Interesting, this disease seems to be affecting your personality! You have become more impatient than usual!” Il Dottre commented and swiftly jumped back to avoid a strike of purple lightning.
“You try having some poisonous flowers growing in your lungs!” Scaramouche gritted his teeth, his pupils dilated. “Magnification of love my ass! This brat is trying to kill me!”
“I’m trying to kill you?!” The younger male cried. “You gave me wisterias!” Then to make his point, he spat out a purple wisteria.
“You’re one to talk. Royal azaleas? Seriously?” Scaramouche sneered, not one to back down. “Do you really think of yourself as some young lord?”
“I could say the same to you! Immortality?! As expected of a narcissist!”
"It seems even with the Hanahaki disease, you two are disgustingly in love.” La Signora rolled her eyes, already tired of this.