[ Admittedly, he is a little surprised to see the man sitting and waiting in his room for him. Childe hadn't stationed a guard outside, tempting as the idea was, thinking he hadn't really needed to since he was sure that the Liyuen native knew where they were. Even if he were to escape Childe's bedchambers he would still have to deal with a palace swarming with Fatui and Harbingers and, if by some miracle he managed to escape undetected, the cold winds of Snezhnaya were lethal to all who were unused to it.
Childe makes sure to close the door behind him, sliding a hidden compartment into place to lock it. In his hands is what looks like silk and some jewelry, and he beams innocently at his new houseguest as he strides over, still dressed in his Fatui uniform.
It's worth noting the bottom of his pants are still edged in blood. ]
You're still here. [ He chirps, as though his guest had any choice in whether or not he got to stay. ] I'm glad. I'm not sure if these will fit you, but I imagine that doesn't matter. We can get you dressed after you have a bath.
[ Childe makes his way over to where his desk is and sets everything down after a pause. A smile curls his lips when he turns back and strides over to the man sitting on his chaise lounger, pulling off his gloves and heavy coat along the way. ]
You still won't give me your name, I expect. Perhaps you would like for me to name you myself? How about... [ His gaze lingers over the brunet's own, taking in their appearance. A beat later, and he follows up with: ] Zolotse? I think that's a fitting name.
[ Childe's close enough to touch, and he does - reaching bare fingers out to curl into the ends of the Liyuen warrior's hair, twining the locks in his hand with a hum. ] It suits you. My little gold.
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Childe makes sure to close the door behind him, sliding a hidden compartment into place to lock it. In his hands is what looks like silk and some jewelry, and he beams innocently at his new houseguest as he strides over, still dressed in his Fatui uniform.
It's worth noting the bottom of his pants are still edged in blood. ]
You're still here. [ He chirps, as though his guest had any choice in whether or not he got to stay. ] I'm glad. I'm not sure if these will fit you, but I imagine that doesn't matter. We can get you dressed after you have a bath.
[ Childe makes his way over to where his desk is and sets everything down after a pause. A smile curls his lips when he turns back and strides over to the man sitting on his chaise lounger, pulling off his gloves and heavy coat along the way. ]
You still won't give me your name, I expect. Perhaps you would like for me to name you myself? How about... [ His gaze lingers over the brunet's own, taking in their appearance. A beat later, and he follows up with: ] Zolotse? I think that's a fitting name.
[ Childe's close enough to touch, and he does - reaching bare fingers out to curl into the ends of the Liyuen warrior's hair, twining the locks in his hand with a hum. ] It suits you. My little gold.