for five minutes, childe will only be able to hear very, very loud buzzing. like a thousand bees right up against his ears. wrath leans over and steals the whiskey out of his hands, and drinks it.]
The initial burst of sound gets him to wince, and he presses a hand to his ear on reflex, but after a moment he just shakes his head. He looks annoyed, but also kind of like he wants to laugh. Y'all are so goddamn sensitive, jesus christ. What are you, protagonists?!]
Very mature.
[But you know what, fine!! When it's clear the sound isn't going away soon, he'll just drop his hand and finish up the meal that Wrath probably spit booze all over. Whatever. Through sheer force of will, he will not acknowledge the buzzing. Apparently he's not the only one who can pretend to be deaf. God.
But whatever else he might want to say (after this display of extreme maturity) gets interrupted, as a memory (potentially?!) slips out.
(If you are curious, here's the 60 seconds. Also the localization isn't the best but I don't want to bury you with two links and a personal translation don't look at me I just have a lot of feelings.)
ANYWAY. Ah. Whether Wrath saw that or not, he suddenly has a faraway look on his face.]
[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.]
[u_u me and childe, both alike in being unloved by wrath
But he just shrugs. He'll take "bastard" tbh that's fine. At least he's smart enough not to get attached to people who could die overnight, he does not say, because he wants to die in a proper fight and not by being smote on the couch after a long trial.
He does laugh quietly, though, reaching for the alcohol he'd brought instead. Wrath can keep their whiskey.]
[Fluffs both mods and Wrath!! But it's true, Childe is a bastard with a braincell. Tragic, because it would've been very funny for him to show up to execution set on fire.
Instead, though, he just tips his bottle in a mock toast.]
As they say, С волками жить - по вольчи выть. [It's worth the effort to switch into his native language, regardless of whether or not Wrath understands him. Though after a moment, he gives them a tired smile.] You've got quite the squadron of defenders, though, did you see that last time?
First of all, I wasn't "dunking" on you, I was pointing out that he's way more "smarmy" than I am. [HE STANDS BY THIS. GU YUN IS A GIANT HAM.] And secondly, I'm nice to everyone except him.
Hm, no, he's waaaay more charming than you. You're a snot. He's boyish.
[WRATH
their tone suggests that they are maybe not being 100% serious, though.]
Also! Not once has Gu Yun accused any of the Avatars of secret murder broadcasts and then refused to apologize for it until he was emotionally bullied into it!
[Poor sweet Tonia. But he just sounds exasperated, and kind of amused. God. Watching Misa gasp over Wrath and Despair while Wrath sat around playing with Gu Yun's hair for an hour aged him 20 years. WHY IS HE THE KEEPER OF THE LORE HE DOESN'T WANT THIS JOB.]
Anyway, I didn't refuse to apologize. I just thought it would be better to give them space for a little while. [Even if he's like. Still mostly just sorry for upsetting them, since it was a perfectly valid theory. Also, Gu Yun didn't exactly argue with him?? In fact--] You're the one who told him that those executions are a form of indulgence. Forgive me for not immediately trusting a group of hooded strangers who hear and see our every move.
[That's essentially his entire career, sans the hood these days, and he sure as hell ain't trustworthy.]
[Okay, he can't help but laugh, sounding genuinely amused.]
Coming from you, to me, I believe that much.
[He doesn't sound bothered, though. What even is this CR I'm in tears.
But he settles a little, then, tapping a finger on his leg.]
If I asked you a serious question, would you give me a serious answer?
[Because for the most part, he truly doesn't mind Wrath needling at him. If they don't want to answer, that's fine. But he isn't going to waste his energy on real topics if it won't get him anywhere.]
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for five minutes, childe will only be able to hear very, very loud buzzing. like a thousand bees right up against his ears. wrath leans over and steals the whiskey out of his hands, and drinks it.]
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The initial burst of sound gets him to wince, and he presses a hand to his ear on reflex, but after a moment he just shakes his head. He looks annoyed, but also kind of like he wants to laugh. Y'all are so goddamn sensitive, jesus christ. What are you, protagonists?!]
Very mature.
[But you know what, fine!! When it's clear the sound isn't going away soon, he'll just drop his hand and finish up the meal that Wrath probably spit booze all over. Whatever. Through sheer force of will, he will not acknowledge the buzzing. Apparently he's not the only one who can pretend to be deaf. God.
But whatever else he might want to say (after this display of extreme maturity) gets interrupted, as a memory (potentially?!) slips out.
(If you are curious, here's the 60 seconds. Also the localization isn't the best but I don't want to bury you with two links and a personal translation don't look at me I just have a lot of feelings.)
ANYWAY. Ah. Whether Wrath saw that or not, he suddenly has a faraway look on his face.]
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they sit there for a moment, stiff, and then:]
... You have a little brother.
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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.]
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Huh. [... they take a sip of whiskey.] Well. Doesn't stop you from being a bastard. Sure as hell doesn't stop me from being one either!
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But he just shrugs. He'll take "bastard" tbh that's fine. At least he's smart enough not to get attached to people who could die overnight, he does not say, because he wants to die in a proper fight and not by being smote on the couch after a long trial.
He does laugh quietly, though, reaching for the alcohol he'd brought instead. Wrath can keep their whiskey.]
What a pair we make, then.
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also, that's probably a good thing that he doesn't say that out loud.]
Two bastards with sibling soft spots? Yeah. What a fucking pair.
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Instead, though, he just tips his bottle in a mock toast.]
As they say, С волками жить - по вольчи выть. [It's worth the effort to switch into his native language, regardless of whether or not Wrath understands him. Though after a moment, he gives them a tired smile.] You've got quite the squadron of defenders, though, did you see that last time?
[The Wrath Defense squad from last trial...]
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And - yeah. I did see! It's because I'm a goddamn delight.
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Childe stares at Wrath and just takes a very long, pointed drink of his alcohol with a "No Comment" vibe.
He's gonna get bee ears again. Beears.]
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[yea]
If you're making a point I don't know what it is. I simply don't perceive it.
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Well I can't start being nice now, it'd ruin my reputation.
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[they're
friends (derogatory)]
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[WRATH
their tone suggests that they are maybe not being 100% serious, though.]
Also! Not once has Gu Yun accused any of the Avatars of secret murder broadcasts and then refused to apologize for it until he was emotionally bullied into it!
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[Poor sweet Tonia. But he just sounds exasperated, and kind of amused. God. Watching Misa gasp over Wrath and Despair while Wrath sat around playing with Gu Yun's hair for an hour aged him 20 years. WHY IS HE THE KEEPER OF THE LORE HE DOESN'T WANT THIS JOB.]
Anyway, I didn't refuse to apologize. I just thought it would be better to give them space for a little while. [Even if he's like. Still mostly just sorry for upsetting them, since it was a perfectly valid theory. Also, Gu Yun didn't exactly argue with him?? In fact--] You're the one who told him that those executions are a form of indulgence. Forgive me for not immediately trusting a group of hooded strangers who hear and see our every move.
[That's essentially his entire career, sans the hood these days, and he sure as hell ain't trustworthy.]
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[they say, taking another sip.]
I also do my best to not see and hear your every move. Thanks.
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Coming from you, to me, I believe that much.
[He doesn't sound bothered, though. What even is this CR I'm in tears.
But he settles a little, then, tapping a finger on his leg.]
If I asked you a serious question, would you give me a serious answer?
[Because for the most part, he truly doesn't mind Wrath needling at him. If they don't want to answer, that's fine. But he isn't going to waste his energy on real topics if it won't get him anywhere.]
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Depends on the question, but you can, uh, certainly try.
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Despite how stupid the rest of this thread has been, though, he does truly look serious now, eyes sharp and thoughtful.]
Who is it, that's indulging in those "executions"?
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You guys are.
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But he mulls that over, considering. As with anything, he's taking it with a grain of salt, but it's at least plausible.]
Is that why they were arranged, then? To help us reach our goal faster?
[Since Lust mentioned that, if no one else died from this point on, it was still feasible--it would just take a lot longer.]
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Do you think that's the right answer?
[they take a sip of whiskey.]
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He sighs, taking a match sip of his own drink.]
I think I appreciate straight answers over mind games.
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