[ Fair play, buddy! Dazai is a lot heavier than he looks, though. (Not exactly a difficult feat with such a beanpole, and the drenched coat definitely adds a lot, but still.)
Childe rocks back on his heels a bit, but manages to stay upright, laughing in amusement as he holds Dazai by the arms. ]
[Sorry Childe, for getting you oh-so wet as well. But he does eventually let go, so you can use your fancy Hydro Vision to dry yourself up. Don't worry about Dazai, he'll live, considering the number of times he has jumped in rivers in the past.]
Nonsense, even the smallest deed can be considered a heroic feat! [He raises a finger joyfully. It's the intent that matters!] Besides, isn't it more fun to save people by swooping down to their rescue rather than working a police job or filing in some paperwork?
fatui electric bill through the roof after childe uses autofisher all night to make himself op
[ And he does just that, running a hand through his hair to get the last few droplets out. ]
Sorry I don't have a towel for ya. At least it's not too cold out.
[ This guy's an optimist, huh? An awfully potent one at that, when his rescue left him soaked. ]
Well, you have a point there. [ He almost shudders. Paperwork... ] But I don't really mind what I do as long as it has some... excitement to it. [ Violence. Same thing. ]
he's so lucky he makes it up with all the esports sponsorships
It's fine! You can always make it up by treating me to a nice, warm meal.
[And then he gets free food for the night. Score.]
Excitement? [There's a playful lilt to his tone, clearly knowing just what might Childe is implying.] You sound like quite the busy hero. Done anything dangerous in the past?
[ (And what would that have done to your brain chemistry...)
Childe, for his part, seems to shift his attitude a bit. Still casual smiles and playful, but his eyes sharpen ever so slightly.
It probably wouldn't hurt to tell anyone about any "organization secrets" here— what could they do with them anyway?— but he's still a bit hesitant to do so. ]
Oh, there are ever so many... but fighting the judge overseeing my trial when I was falsely accused of a crime might be the most interesting, in this context. Ironic, huh?
my brain chemistry is already yelling over this conversation thank you
Truly! I'm actually quite a troublemaker, it turns out... [ Like you, probably— an implication that remains silent. ]
Oh, fantastic, actually! He even managed to beat me... though I think he had home turf advantage on that one. [ There's a thrilled look in his eyes even as he says it. ]
[Silence is met with silence, yet Dazai's coy smile is at this moment is worth more than a thousand words.]
Oh? Most people would be disappointed at being beaten, but you seem to be the opposite. [He sees that gleam, you see. That desire you hide so poorly you might as well be screaming it out to the world. Interesting, Dazai thinks.] Is fighting really that fun for you?
[And for a second, there it is - a gaping void that comes from his eyes. A vast emptiness on the depths of his soul.]
Which gets your blood pumping more? Is it the holding someone else's life in the grasp of your hands, or the knowledge of your own life dancing at the edge of a blade?
come on you know this guy would rule at skyblock
Childe rocks back on his heels a bit, but manages to stay upright, laughing in amusement as he holds Dazai by the arms. ]
Hero? I hardly did anything...
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Nonsense, even the smallest deed can be considered a heroic feat! [He raises a finger joyfully. It's the intent that matters!] Besides, isn't it more fun to save people by swooping down to their rescue rather than working a police job or filing in some paperwork?
fatui electric bill through the roof after childe uses autofisher all night to make himself op
Sorry I don't have a towel for ya. At least it's not too cold out.
[ This guy's an optimist, huh? An awfully potent one at that, when his rescue left him soaked. ]
Well, you have a point there. [ He almost shudders. Paperwork... ] But I don't really mind what I do as long as it has some... excitement to it. [ Violence. Same thing. ]
he's so lucky he makes it up with all the esports sponsorships
[And then he gets free food for the night. Score.]
Excitement? [There's a playful lilt to his tone, clearly knowing just what might Childe is implying.] You sound like quite the busy hero. Done anything dangerous in the past?
literally so true bestie
[ Although he doesn't have the Fatui's finances to back his charm up here... ah well, he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
...ah. Is this a kindred spirit, or just a perceptive ear? ]
Oh, I have many stories to tell, my fair maiden! [ Two can play at this game. ] I wouldn't even know where to begin...
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He plays the role well, gasping in anticipation all the way. (He would have recruited him into the Mafia, if they met years earlier.)]
Which one's your favorite? Tell me of your most daring encounter!
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Childe, for his part, seems to shift his attitude a bit. Still casual smiles and playful, but his eyes sharpen ever so slightly.
It probably wouldn't hurt to tell anyone about any "organization secrets" here— what could they do with them anyway?— but he's still a bit hesitant to do so. ]
Oh, there are ever so many... but fighting the judge overseeing my trial when I was falsely accused of a crime might be the most interesting, in this context. Ironic, huh?
my brain chemistry is already yelling over this conversation thank you
[This is rich, coming from him.]
But that does sound very interesting! Is the judge a good fighter?
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Truly! I'm actually quite a troublemaker, it turns out... [ Like you, probably— an implication that remains silent. ]
Oh, fantastic, actually! He even managed to beat me... though I think he had home turf advantage on that one. [ There's a thrilled look in his eyes even as he says it. ]
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Oh? Most people would be disappointed at being beaten, but you seem to be the opposite. [He sees that gleam, you see. That desire you hide so poorly you might as well be screaming it out to the world. Interesting, Dazai thinks.] Is fighting really that fun for you?
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Of course it is. Is there any time you feel so alive as when your adrenaline is pumping as you fight for your life?
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[And for a second, there it is - a gaping void that comes from his eyes. A vast emptiness on the depths of his soul.]
Which gets your blood pumping more? Is it the holding someone else's life in the grasp of your hands, or the knowledge of your own life dancing at the edge of a blade?