[ listen sometimes you just wanna have a little drinkie
or the whole bottle, it happens, and for someone who goes on about osmanthus wine Zhongli should know better than anyone about the whole "social drinking" thing (though he probably wouldn't now, not when he doesn't have any memories to back it up with)
At the mention of Zhongli's reason for going out, Childe's expression changes minutely. For a moment he both looks and acts speechless, and for all that Zhongli has been nothing but petty and irate towards him (which is charming in and of itself, in some twisted way) Childe has to admit that it's not as bad as it could have been.
Even if Zhongli had basically done the equivalent of shitting all over his floor and leaving Childe to pick up the mess.
It's perhaps telling when he busies himself with combing fingers through the mane of the corpse of Exuvia plush, deliberating over how to respond. He's thankfully saved when Zhongli makes his little observation and he chokes on a laugh, snickering behind a hand and finally looking over to Zhongli with disbelief written all over his face. ]
A child? Me? Goodness no, the poor thing probably wouldn't survive. [ Which is telling in a lot of ways; but Childe doesn't elaborate on it, and goes on with another glance down the merchant who's still conversing with the pretty florist. ]
No, this is for my sister Tonia back home. Just something to let my family know I'm still alive and well. [ He gestures to the other parcels, the smaller boxes wrapped in brown paper and the bags of medicine and herbs. ] Stones for my mother, and herbs for my father. I've been spoiling Teucer too much, so I figured I was overdue for a care package of sorts.
[ The last is said almost to himself; he wouldn't be surprised if the names don't strike any sort of familiar chord with Zhongli. He seldom, if ever, spoke of his family openly. ]
no subject
or the whole bottle, it happens, and for someone who goes on about osmanthus wine Zhongli should know better than anyone about the whole "social drinking" thing (though he probably wouldn't now, not when he doesn't have any memories to back it up with)
At the mention of Zhongli's reason for going out, Childe's expression changes minutely. For a moment he both looks and acts speechless, and for all that Zhongli has been nothing but petty and irate towards him (which is charming in and of itself, in some twisted way) Childe has to admit that it's not as bad as it could have been.
Even if Zhongli had basically done the equivalent of shitting all over his floor and leaving Childe to pick up the mess.
It's perhaps telling when he busies himself with combing fingers through the mane of the corpse of Exuvia plush, deliberating over how to respond. He's thankfully saved when Zhongli makes his little observation and he chokes on a laugh, snickering behind a hand and finally looking over to Zhongli with disbelief written all over his face. ]
A child? Me? Goodness no, the poor thing probably wouldn't survive. [ Which is telling in a lot of ways; but Childe doesn't elaborate on it, and goes on with another glance down the merchant who's still conversing with the pretty florist. ]
No, this is for my sister Tonia back home. Just something to let my family know I'm still alive and well. [ He gestures to the other parcels, the smaller boxes wrapped in brown paper and the bags of medicine and herbs. ] Stones for my mother, and herbs for my father. I've been spoiling Teucer too much, so I figured I was overdue for a care package of sorts.
[ The last is said almost to himself; he wouldn't be surprised if the names don't strike any sort of familiar chord with Zhongli. He seldom, if ever, spoke of his family openly. ]