PC WITH CHILDE

[commedia]

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[commedia]

I might need one, yes.

[As much as they loathe to admit it.]

[toyska]

[Grumpy clown... it makes him smile, actually, though he doesn't say anything. He just moves forward, stepping close enough to hold out his arm for Douman to use as support. Let's go, buddy.]

How do you take your tea?

[commedia]

[Thank you for your arm, Childe. It's a nice arm!]

Oh, just plain. Without anything. The darker, the better.

[toyska]

[Thanks he grew the hand himself haha]

As you wish.

[And once they get to the tea room, he'll help Douman take a seat, and set to work getting some tea made for the both of them.]

I'll be honest, I'd like to know what happened. But you needn't tell me if you don't want to.

[They can vibe with their tea, if Douman would rather. That's fine.]

[commedia]

[child your Injuries,]

...Well, it was a place of curses. And you'd think I'd like curses, being one who creates them myself, but...

[A frown.]

It made fools of us all.

[toyska]

[BULLIES YOU IN THIS BACKTAG BECAUSE I CAN'T DO IT ANYWHERE ELSE NOW

He frowns a little, though, glancing over.]

They weren't the sort you were familiar with?

[commedia]

[HORRIBLE LET ME BE DEAD IN PEACE]

No, not at all. These seemed intrinsically tied to the place they were located in. The place, itself, was a curse.

[toyska]

[NEVER.]

...In what way?

[commedia]

It drew upon our memories, and replicated people we knew. It...knew too much.