time5kip | INBOX 2

Because I'm not a child.

Stop implying I'm a child!

You look and talk like one now, so you know. You are a child.

I could kick your butt! [ starts flailing around like a lunatic. ]

[ what is he supposed to do here he isn't good with children ]

Keep that up and you're not getting a treat.

I'll find my own tweat. You're pwobably not gonna give me anything anyway! [ jumps out of five's robes and splats on the floor. ]

[ time to take off running! or... try, anyway. he's not that fast. ]

[ he's glad he's not fast, so he can actually catch him ]

No, I really will get you a treat, but you have to be good. And stay still. Jesus.

I should call Zhongli.

My name isn't Jesus. [ thrashes around as soon as he's caught. ] Lemme go! [ tries to bite him again. ] Zhongwi will be on my side!

Then why did you text me?

[ he does let him go when he bites him, but more because he thinks forcing him to do something is having the opposite effect ]

I'm sorry I called you a child, all right? You're very grown up and I should treat you with respect. So I will let you walk to the café and we can get donuts.

[ as soon as he hits the ground he changes back. he looks pleased that five's not going to treat him like a little brat... though he is most definitely a little brat. he reaches to take his hand. ] Because you name came up first, but also I like you a lot, sensei.

Ok! let's walk to the cafe. I'm going to eat so many donuts. [ he's going to make himself sick, probably. ] Are you going to eat a donut too?

We are going to eat a reasonable amount of donuts.

[ he'll take his hand since he's receptive to it, for now this strategy worked, let's see how it lasts ]

... FIFTY DONUTS!

[ he's going to be good for five because he REALLY wants a donut. at least one. maybe two. definitely seven. ]

[ At least he's going to be good!! And when they are at the café, he'll get a few donuts and coffee for himself ]

I don't suppose your unitmates saw you like this.

[ pushes his chair next to five’s and then climbs into it. ] Just anybody that passed through the wobby, but there weren’t a lot of people. [ crams a donut straight into his mouth. ] Whush dat [ talking with his mouth full as he points at the coffee. ] Can I have shom?

You're not going to like it, but if you want to try. Just don't spit it out.

I might. [ he climbs into five's lap and takes the cup for a sip. he absolutely makes a face, but he doesn't spit it out. ] Bitter! How can you dwink that?

[ He's going to get a headpat for not spitting it, and then he'll drink the rest ]

Habit, mostly. This was a bit of a luxury when I was - well. Growing up. It helped in the morning.

[ grabs another ( super frosted ) donut to cram into his mouth to get the icky taste of bitter coffee out. ] ...ew, that was a luxuwy?! [ sticks his tongue out. ] And what did it help you do?

Wake up early so I could go scavenge for food and hopefully water so I wouldn't die in three to five days?

I'm glad you didn't die. If you did, then I wouldn't have gotten a chance to meet you.

Probably shouldn't have used water for coffee though. Not a smart decision.

But thanks. I'm glad I met you too.

[ crams another two donuts into his mouth. ] Water is important. I could contwol water back home, and it was just as cool as you think it was. [ beams, his face smeared in sprinkles and frosting. ] But we should go to the water place! [ climbs back into his own chair and grabs a donut for the road. ] It has lots of animals!

You're going to really get sick like that.

But fine. Let's go to an aquarium or whatever.

[ going to grab another donut out of spite and shove it into his mouth as he dashes for the door, turning himself into a Tyrannosaurus rex the moment he’s outside. ]I can get us there real quick!

Let's just drive there, all right? I think that's going to catch less attention.

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