...I'd like to finish it now. [ and then he'll just crack it open and pound it back. probably a bad idea since he's still suffering from having bled out, so he's bound to get drunk quickly! but he doesn't care. he drops the bottle and withers into five. ] I'm frustrated.
[ He's ready to call emet to take care of the alcohol in his blood if he needs, for now, he decides it's best not to point out this is a terrible idea. Instead he'll bring his hand to his head and stroke his hair gently ]
I know. And I understand. I'm pretty sure this is what these games are designed to do - frustrate us. There's close to nothing you can do.
I don't think the second thing had been a game... but it's all the same in this place, really. [ shuts his eyes and huffs another aggravated sigh. ] But I'm not weak! I'm not. [ and yet... he's died how many times? ]
…something to look forward to. [ reaches to take five’s hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. ] Im worried about Zhongli Xiansheng too. Having to deal with that.
I don’t like knowing that I’m making things harder for him, especially when he’s got plenty else to deal with. But… but also I want his attention, all of it, … [ and that miiiight be the extreme jealousy talking. ]
You might have to accept sometimes he'll have others to take care of. But when you also need to be taken care of that doesn't mean you should push yourself aside so you won't trouble him. I'm pretty sure he'd rather be by your side if you told him you need him.
[ Okay, that's a little weird for Childe. He's wondering if maybe the torture wasn't more psychological than physical - and maybe he'd been forced to be alone. He's experienced things like that, after all ]
You've made my days brighter, ever since I met you.
[ that spurs a couple of feels he hadn't been expecting but he lets the overwhelming surge of jealousy crush them underfoot for the time being. ] I might them real bright, blinding some might say.
...something like that. I drank a little in the house. [ scrapes his fangs along five's neck. ] We can talk while I ravage you. I want everybody else to know that you... and me... [ he knows he should show some restraint, but he kisses him, setting a hand to his chest and pressing hard. ] I like you a lot, sensei. A whole lot.
[ Well, he's the one who asked for a kiss, but he certainly didn't expect it like this and even for Childe this kind of behavior is odd. He brings his hands to his shoulder, like he's about to push him away even if he doesn't in the end, partly because him pressing hard against him like that wasn't expected ]
I don't think it's a good idea, you're not thinking clearly and I haven't taken a potion.
...Emet-Selch is lucky. [ he keeps raking his teeth over his neck. ] I want to bite you so bad, sensei. [ instead he hums against his skin, shutting his eyes and huffing out a hot breath. ] You don't need to take a potion. We don't have to go *that* far. I just want you to know that I really like you. I'd go as far as to say you're my second favorite person here, behind Zhongli Xiansheng, unsurprisingly.
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I know. And I understand. I'm pretty sure this is what these games are designed to do - frustrate us. There's close to nothing you can do.
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Of course you're not weak. otherwise why would they do that?
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[ he'll lightly brush his cheek with his knuckles at that, and then— ]
It's easy to feel helpless when everything keeps going south. But it's not your fault.
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Is that why you texted me and not him? You don't want him to worry about you?
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[ he'll squeeze his hand a little ]
You're only making things harder for yourself.
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But at least… at least I have you, sensei. [ reaches for his cheeks, cupping then with a wide, toothy grin. ]
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[ he'll bring one hand over Childe's on his ]
I'm here with you for as long as you need me but I'm not a substitute. Who do you want to be with now, Tartaglia?
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Well then you're going to have to text him too.
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I do. You're important for me too.
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You've made my days brighter, ever since I met you.
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[ he doesn't know what he had been expecting. ]
[ that spurs a couple of feels he hadn't been expecting but he lets the overwhelming surge of jealousy crush them underfoot for the time being. ] I might them real bright, blinding some might say.
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I'm guessing the alcohol got to you. And you know. The rest. Are you sure you don't want to talk more?
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I don't think it's a good idea, you're not thinking clearly and I haven't taken a potion.
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