Audience: Tartaglia Childe

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[who IS jesus.]

I actually do not know who you are, buddy. [they sound amused.] Just what your profile says. I haven't been interested in you enough to look.

Hoo boy, your ego. Haha.

[toyska]

[He just looks. Genuinely surprised. Just for a second, mostly because he's not sure he believes it.

But he's adaptable; he just shrugs, looking unbothered again. His reputation means little to him either way, and he has no need of it here.]

My apologies for making assumptions, then. [Look if nothing else Lust seems like the chatty type. He doesn't know what y'all talk about.] I won't complain about a fresh start.

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[did they say that specifically to dunk on childe? who is to say]

I prefer them! [they take another drink, and then hand him the bottle.] Fresh starts, I mean.

[toyska]

[He will accept the dunking with grace, because you are presumably not Signora or Zhongli and he already knows you're all manipulating him, so it's fine. (Childe please, your standards.)

But he'll take the bottle, and drink right from it too, before he passes it back.]

Lust said the same thing. [Two peas in a pod, you two.]

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[they hum.]

Lust is - they're good people. They're genuine and I see some of me in them. We agree on a lot of things! So that makes sense.

[toyska]

They're certainly not what I expected. [None of this is what he expected.] Their name seems unsuitable.

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A little. But you could think of it as a - a lust for life in general.

[shrug.] Also, sometimes the names don't always fit. I could also be Lust, Gluttony, and Pride. I'm a fun person.

[toyska]

I suppose that's something we share, then.

[K... kind of. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

He grins, though; there's that Pride, apparently.]

I'm not one for snap judgments, but so far, I'd agree. [As much as any noncombatant is fun to him, anyway.] Do you have wings, too?

[wow childe how bold]

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[hfffft]

No. I do not! But I see you've seen under Lust's robes. [which gets. SUCH. a look. he can't see their face, but they're looking.]

[toyska]

[Just

This icon face

Go on, show him a good time (the good time is stabbing him in the bermuda triangle)]

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[cheerfully:] Oh, fuckboy, you better not have touched them, or I will set you on fire.

[toyska]

Let's save that for after my Vision's working again, shall we?

[fight him



no okay]

Don't worry, I have no interest in that. [He did say Lust reminded him of his sibling, after all, and he's not that kind of depraved.] They showed me of their own volition, and nothing more than that. I was telling them about the Wind Gliders we have in Teyvat, and they mentioned they're disappointed they can't use their own to fly.

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[stop being horny for fighting,]

Good. Not that they can't do what they want, but I don't like you enough for my blessing! So. [sniff.] They don't need to fly, they get into enough trouble as is.

[toyska]

[THIS IS WHY HE'S LUST AND YOU KNOW IT.]

Mm, I did tell them it's tricky to eat and fly at the same time. [Says Childe, who apparently has experience with this??] But I'm not sure even that's a strong enough motivator to keep them on the ground.

[Maybe Childe will bring them back a Ruin Guard to ride around on. As a treat.

He looks amused, though. He's not used to being liked at all, so this is a step up!]

Is there anyone that could get your blessing, when it comes to them? [He has a feeling the answer is no.]

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Prrrobably not. But I'm overprotective.

[shrug.]

[toyska]

[Yeah, he's not surprised. But it's cute; he hums, sounding fond.]

Someone I know would likely say I should take a page out of your book.

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Someone you know, huh. Cryptic!

[toyska]

Haha, no one here. [Traveler... his literal only friend(?).] They think I spoil my youngest brother too much.

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There's no such thing as too much spoiling. Especially when it comes to siblings.

[toyska]

[There's a pause, but then Childe leans his head back, laughing. What a great answer.]

Now you're my new favorite!

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[a beat, and then they laugh.]

Really, is that all it takes?

[toyska]

[He winks, nodding towards the bottle he'd brought.]

You say that like you won't have a new favorite the moment I leave.

[He knows your type, FuckFriend.]

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[WOW.

no, he's right.]

It varies. [wink. or the suggestion of one, anyway.]

[toyska]

[He shakes his head, but he's grinning. Terrible. Playing a flirt is so exhausting I hate this]

And what does it take to hold your favor longer?

[probe]

Mm... that you'll have to find out yourself, I think. It's no fun if I just tell you the answer.