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You open your eyes when you feel someone sit down beside you on the couch of one of the rooms of the Traveler’s teapot. The Traveler forced you to take a rest and locked you in as they went about their day, no doubt slaying monsters left and right or collecting flowers for their other friends. You’d rather have done those than stay here with all the Traveler’s friends. You weren’t exactly exciting company.
"Are you doing anything later tonight?" You huff when you see Childe is sitting down next to you as he stretches the kinks out of his neck and back. You shake your head at his question.
"No, it seems the heavy work is being done by the others. So, I'm doing whatever."
"Huh, me too."
"Really? No plans with the Traveler?" You muse to him and he chuckles, placing his arms behind his head as a pillow as he leans back.
"Nope! My comrades can survive a night without me."
"They can survive the rest of their lives without you…" You mumble under your breath but it seems that Childe heard it as he mockingly gapes at your words. Placing his palm on his chest where his heart is.
"You wound me, dear comrade!" he jokingly shouts with amusement before his tone reverts back to normal, "Though, I'm surprised you don't have plans with your friends."
"No, I think you overestimate how great my company is."
“Hey, I'm in your company right now and I'd say it's a ten out of ten. They’re missing out.”
"I'm trying to insult you," You furrow your eyebrows at him.
"And I'm taking them as compliments."
There’s a comfortable silence that follows. You were sure he wasn’t going to bother you again so you closed your eyes but it seems you’re out of luck because you feel his elbow nudge you slightly, you turn to him, seeing his teasing smile, "Not even dates?"
"I could say the same to you,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “But no, all the people that kept trying to woo me weren't just my type."
"Too bad. They're missing out on your great company." Childe laughs, resting his back on the couch and splaying his arms out on the armrest and backrest just behind the nape of your neck.
You side-eye him, unsure if he’s mocking you, "They're lucky enough to not be in my company," Then you cross your arms, looking away from the man with closed eyes. Even his face is offending you.
He raises an eyebrow before poking you on the arm, "This attitude is exactly why the type of people you want don't want you back, comrade."
You then suddenly snap your head towards him, he smiles at the glare he's receiving and that makes you even more annoyed. You two have a staring contest for a few seconds before you look away from his eyes, angrily planting your back on the backrest—arms still crossed. Then you glare at the door. The poor door.
"Fine then. Let's make things easier," You point towards the door, "I will ask the next person who comes in through that door on a date."
There's another silence that comes with the waiting of who gets to be the unlucky person you'd attach yourself to. Childe waits with you, his eyes flicking to your face then towards the door, most likely waiting to tease you and the person who comes in but after a few minutes, nobody comes to take your offer.
Childe suddenly stands up before walking towards the door, he opens it and steps outside before closing it behind him. You're quite offended. He interrupted your rest, annoyed you by teasing you, and then he didn't even tell you where he's going and he had the audacity to just leave like that? You huff angrily as you continue to cross your arms as you sulk on the couch.
Then the door opens to reveal a smiling Childe. He waves at you playfully and you realize what he just did. He leans against the doorframe as he crosses his arms with a smirk.
"So, I heard you were free tonight."