PC WITH CHILDE

[commedia]

Comments

[toyska]

[How many people are clown fucking... clucking... god.

Anyway. Childe's face doesn't change much; he just looks thoughtful as he takes in this information. But, oh--he blinks.]

What for?

[He says that but he does as he's asked at the same time, extending the hand with the Lust tattoo on it, merrily glowing through his glove like always. I think it's the left one?? I forgot tbh. MY BRAINCELL.]

[commedia]

Oh...

[And they don't even continue - with a sharp tug upward, they move to sink a bite into Childe's inner wrist.]

[Fun!]

[toyska]

[Where are your manners, Douman :(

Childe doesn't flinch, but there's a soft, sharp hiss of surprise and the barest tensing of muscle, like his first instinct would be to retaliate with a blow. It's only a second, though, and he doesn't try to pull away, just putting his other hand on his hip and waiting with a raised eyebrow.]

[commedia]

[clown is rude now]

[That being done, Douman detaches themselves from Childe's wrist, lowering it with a altogether too-pleasant smile.]

Thank you. Please let that be a reminder to dear Envy, hm? A reminder of who they should focus on.

[toyska]

[Yeah, he'll take that wrist back, thanks. He shakes his head, looking a little amused.]

From the sound of it, you suit each other.

[commedia]

[And a laugh.]

There must be a reason I'm on their team, don't you think?

[toyska]

Yes, though I doubt anything involving you is that simple.

[Just saying.]

[commedia]

That's the fun of who I am, though! And I think you agree.

[toyska]

Do you?

[Haha



Wow that's it apparently. Rude, Childe.]

Any other messages you'd like me to pass on, while I'm at it?

[commedia]

[Douman actually seems even more amused by that answer, not even offended.]

No. If you must, just say that if they want to talk, I'm always here. Ahaha.