[ Conversing with Zhongli is much like an exercise in strategy, he thinks. There are many things about the man that seem unnecessarily covert, but it's not something he can quite put his finger on. Perhaps it has to do with the nature of his profession, the nature of their future business partnership. If such is the case he should only be glad that Zhongli does not seem like a man possessed of loose lips, but given the secrecy and the subterfuge he's encountered in the Fatui (amongst his coworkers, especially, though he imagines that it's personal reasons rather than anything else that keep them tight-lipped around their newest Harbinger) it's always a little jarring and suspicious to encounter it outside of his regular coworkers.
It almost makes it seem like the man has something to hide.
Disregarding his own brimming curiosity, Childe will turn his attention to the newly arrived waitress. He'd almost forgotten that Zhongli had ordered for him prior and he had to admit he was a little interested to see what had been brought for him.
A popsicle was definitely not on the list of foods he'd expected and there's a significant pause before he reaches out and takes the stick from the waitress as though half-expecting her to pull it back and declare everything a jest. His eyes, too, slide over to where Zhongli's seated, watching the man for any outward sign that this wasn't what he should be doing and this was just some weird Liyue hazing ritual.
He's sitting there with popsicle in hand a few minutes later and the very odd realization that this was something intentionally done. It's hard to mistake the gesture as anything other than one of hospitality and that's probably what makes it even more bizarre. ]
Er. Thank you.
[ It would be rude not to eat it, right? So he's just going to pop the end of it into his mouth, gently, the cold treat immediately doing wonders for the heat all around him. ]
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It almost makes it seem like the man has something to hide.
Disregarding his own brimming curiosity, Childe will turn his attention to the newly arrived waitress. He'd almost forgotten that Zhongli had ordered for him prior and he had to admit he was a little interested to see what had been brought for him.
A popsicle was definitely not on the list of foods he'd expected and there's a significant pause before he reaches out and takes the stick from the waitress as though half-expecting her to pull it back and declare everything a jest. His eyes, too, slide over to where Zhongli's seated, watching the man for any outward sign that this wasn't what he should be doing and this was just some weird Liyue hazing ritual.
He's sitting there with popsicle in hand a few minutes later and the very odd realization that this was something intentionally done. It's hard to mistake the gesture as anything other than one of hospitality and that's probably what makes it even more bizarre. ]
Er. Thank you.
[ It would be rude not to eat it, right? So he's just going to pop the end of it into his mouth, gently, the cold treat immediately doing wonders for the heat all around him. ]