[cackles as all my sad family lore falls out of my trenchcoat
Childe, meanwhile, closes his eyes, just for a moment. That very same doll (broken though it may be) sits on his bedside table, now, the same place he keeps his chopsticks. A memento from that little adventure... maybe this place is trying to tell him something? Hah.
Under different circumstances, Childe would probably tease them for forgetting their first conversation. And it's not the threat of petty revenge or violence that holds him back--but regardless, he simply looks at the scars on his hands, visible without his gloves.]
Two, and a sister.
[And three older siblings, on top of that. It's a simple answer, but his tone is softer than it usually is--fond, but in a complicated way.]
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Childe, meanwhile, closes his eyes, just for a moment. That very same doll (broken though it may be) sits on his bedside table, now, the same place he keeps his chopsticks. A memento from that little adventure... maybe this place is trying to tell him something? Hah.
Under different circumstances, Childe would probably tease them for forgetting their first conversation. And it's not the threat of petty revenge or violence that holds him back--but regardless, he simply looks at the scars on his hands, visible without his gloves.]
Two, and a sister.
[And three older siblings, on top of that. It's a simple answer, but his tone is softer than it usually is--fond, but in a complicated way.]