but no, the first thing that Childe does - which should come as a surprise to absolutely no one - is laugh, the sound remarkably boyish and light for the situation of a destroyed kitchen and remnants of crumbling stone left behind like the evidence of a particularly careless dog that doesn’t understand what it’s done.
It’s sometime late at night, and he imagines that Zhongli has either gotten restless or the act of disappearing from his “babysitter” is a subtle middle finger, which he doesn’t really mind. Perhaps he’d teased him overmuch and, with the consultant out of his hair, Childe’s able to let out the metaphorical breath he’s been holding and relax in degrees now that Zhongli’s not here to scrutinize his every move.
So he sets about sweeping up the dust and debris from his kitchen. The stones are cleared away with a combination of a broom and his Hydro vision, chunks broken off of the half-formed spears and gathered into a whirling orb of water that hastens the effect of erosion on it that would have otherwise taken years. Some he keeps, smooth, pretty stones of brown and gold as a souvenir of the consultant. He’ll lay these on the counter to dry before he sweeps them into a nearby drawer and out of sight.
When he’s finished it’s not a perfect fix - there’s only so much he can do about dents - but it looks better than before. He’ll pour himself another glass of fire-water and sit at the table to nurse it while he debates his next move. ]
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but no, the first thing that Childe does - which should come as a surprise to absolutely no one - is laugh, the sound remarkably boyish and light for the situation of a destroyed kitchen and remnants of crumbling stone left behind like the evidence of a particularly careless dog that doesn’t understand what it’s done.
It’s sometime late at night, and he imagines that Zhongli has either gotten restless or the act of disappearing from his “babysitter” is a subtle middle finger, which he doesn’t really mind. Perhaps he’d teased him overmuch and, with the consultant out of his hair, Childe’s able to let out the metaphorical breath he’s been holding and relax in degrees now that Zhongli’s not here to scrutinize his every move.
So he sets about sweeping up the dust and debris from his kitchen. The stones are cleared away with a combination of a broom and his Hydro vision, chunks broken off of the half-formed spears and gathered into a whirling orb of water that hastens the effect of erosion on it that would have otherwise taken years. Some he keeps, smooth, pretty stones of brown and gold as a souvenir of the consultant. He’ll lay these on the counter to dry before he sweeps them into a nearby drawer and out of sight.
When he’s finished it’s not a perfect fix - there’s only so much he can do about dents - but it looks better than before. He’ll pour himself another glass of fire-water and sit at the table to nurse it while he debates his next move. ]