[The tea cup is warm, but any sort of cozy feelings a hot cup of tea brings up are squashed at the taste of it. It's so incredibly bitter - medicinal, almost - and he can't cover up the way his face scrunches up at the taste of it.
He's not going to just not drink it, though, and he scalds his tongue taking a too-large gulp of tea. It's partly because he knows his mother would be ashamed of his poor manners, and also because it's just tea. He can handle tea, no matter how gross it is.
(It's not like it's the worst thing he's swallowed, anyways.)]
Upstairs, huh...
[Is the living space as cluttered as the shop? He certainly hopes not - if there's as much stuff crammed in there as there is here he can't imagine there's space for a bed - but that's not the most pressing question. He was, after all, told he was being sent all the way to Liyue to spend time with Zhongli, and he's not quite sure where the line is drawn. It seemed a lot of the finer details of his mission (for as much as this doesn't feel like a mission) were left up to Zhongli, which has left Childe in the dark.
But it seems reasonable to assume that Zhongli will be staying with him - if he has an apartment above his shop, he probably lives in that apartment. It'd be the economical choice, Childe thinks, which would fit with what he's been told about the man.
So he just asks the first question that pops into his mind before he can stop and think about it, hiding the smirk that crosses his face with his mug of disgusting tea.]
You're not one to separate business and pleasure, then?
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He's not going to just not drink it, though, and he scalds his tongue taking a too-large gulp of tea. It's partly because he knows his mother would be ashamed of his poor manners, and also because it's just tea. He can handle tea, no matter how gross it is.
(It's not like it's the worst thing he's swallowed, anyways.)]
Upstairs, huh...
[Is the living space as cluttered as the shop? He certainly hopes not - if there's as much stuff crammed in there as there is here he can't imagine there's space for a bed - but that's not the most pressing question. He was, after all, told he was being sent all the way to Liyue to spend time with Zhongli, and he's not quite sure where the line is drawn. It seemed a lot of the finer details of his mission (for as much as this doesn't feel like a mission) were left up to Zhongli, which has left Childe in the dark.
But it seems reasonable to assume that Zhongli will be staying with him - if he has an apartment above his shop, he probably lives in that apartment. It'd be the economical choice, Childe thinks, which would fit with what he's been told about the man.
So he just asks the first question that pops into his mind before he can stop and think about it, hiding the smirk that crosses his face with his mug of disgusting tea.]
You're not one to separate business and pleasure, then?