[HE IS... he is... he may be post-friendshipped, but Childe can sense the evil-alignment resonance. This is why he got weirdly obsessed from the start.
That makes him laugh quietly.]
Not particularly. [He does like them, but he is also... evil... just because he's nicer than Scaramouche doesn't mean he's a good guy.
He's about to make some comment about the beach, but then Essek is being gay and moe and distracting, so whatever annoyingly playful comment he was about to make fades from his mind. Essek isn't the one one who can have complicated emotional squiggles, though they aren't anxious like Essek's are. Even so, they're probably recognizable to him, because... well. When you've chosen to be evil-aligned, you relinquish the idea that people will care for you, and despite how many little displays of affection and indulgence you might be shown, it's surprising every time.
It's gotten just a little easier to trust over the past two months, though. So even though there's that reflexive urge to shy away from the way it warms his chest to hear such a sweet sentiment, he doesn't deflect. Essek's own embarrassment helps a little too, honestly, because if he hadn't looked away, Childe probably would have. Instead he is free to stare for a minute.
Thoughtlessly--]
Can I-- [Wait no. He wanted space. Shakes his head slightly.] --sorry. Never mind. I'm glad you like it, despite the trip up here. [...] Do you want another drink?
Childe could have still made a comment about the beach and ruined and ignored the gay things he was saying. It would have been fine. The feelings make him ever so slowly look up from under his lashes - it is surprising every time; he won't ever understand how the Mighty Nein could have wanted to be his friend - but it's the start and the stop which really lifts his attention.
His brows furrow. He spends a long moment just looking at Childe, debating. The silence is probably a bit awkward, but... he's trying to decide... His eyes flick down, then up again. It's not very many seconds, but so many conversations go through his mind. He feels like a foolish teenager again, thinks he's probably pathetic.]
The silence is indeed awkward, but he can't really complain when he's the one who did it. He's about to just get up and go get them refills, maybe some alcohol to ease the tension, but Essek speaks up again before he can, and.
Well. He may not prioritize romance in his life, but he's not really the type to hesitate when he does have something he wants. And the closer they get to the end, the more he finds himself wanting to indulge in the last of their time together. So--with permission granted, he'll lean in to kiss him again--softly again, but slow and lingering. He had some vague idea of proposing exploration of the rest of the island after they warmed up and rested, but now he's just going to want to do this until they decide to bundle up and leave.]
[Oh. He was not sure if Childe would reciprocate despite the entire fact Childe was the one to almost do it from the start. Can't begin to explain how stupid he is about this whole situation based off a single few logical sentences.
As Childe comes in, he puts his drink down out of the way behind him without looking, freeing his hand so he can bring it up to rest against Childe's cheek. He's careful, like he's afraid Childe might reconsider things. (Equally as insane of a take.) He doesn't pull away for a long time, and even when he does, it's only a hilarious amount of inches. Not a single care for whether or not they go back out into the cold, he will take staying and making out with Childe Genshin over it.
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That makes him laugh quietly.]
Not particularly. [He does like them, but he is also... evil... just because he's nicer than Scaramouche doesn't mean he's a good guy.
He's about to make some comment about the beach, but then Essek is being gay and moe and distracting, so whatever annoyingly playful comment he was about to make fades from his mind. Essek isn't the one one who can have complicated emotional squiggles, though they aren't anxious like Essek's are. Even so, they're probably recognizable to him, because... well. When you've chosen to be evil-aligned, you relinquish the idea that people will care for you, and despite how many little displays of affection and indulgence you might be shown, it's surprising every time.
It's gotten just a little easier to trust over the past two months, though. So even though there's that reflexive urge to shy away from the way it warms his chest to hear such a sweet sentiment, he doesn't deflect. Essek's own embarrassment helps a little too, honestly, because if he hadn't looked away, Childe probably would have. Instead he is free to stare for a minute.
Thoughtlessly--]
Can I-- [Wait no. He wanted space. Shakes his head slightly.] --sorry. Never mind. I'm glad you like it, despite the trip up here. [...] Do you want another drink?
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Childe could have still made a comment about the beach and ruined and ignored the gay things he was saying. It would have been fine. The feelings make him ever so slowly look up from under his lashes - it is surprising every time; he won't ever understand how the Mighty Nein could have wanted to be his friend - but it's the start and the stop which really lifts his attention.
His brows furrow. He spends a long moment just looking at Childe, debating. The silence is probably a bit awkward, but... he's trying to decide... His eyes flick down, then up again. It's not very many seconds, but so many conversations go through his mind. He feels like a foolish teenager again, thinks he's probably pathetic.]
...You can.
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The silence is indeed awkward, but he can't really complain when he's the one who did it. He's about to just get up and go get them refills, maybe some alcohol to ease the tension, but Essek speaks up again before he can, and.
Well. He may not prioritize romance in his life, but he's not really the type to hesitate when he does have something he wants. And the closer they get to the end, the more he finds himself wanting to indulge in the last of their time together. So--with permission granted, he'll lean in to kiss him again--softly again, but slow and lingering. He had some vague idea of proposing exploration of the rest of the island after they warmed up and rested, but now he's just going to want to do this until they decide to bundle up and leave.]
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As Childe comes in, he puts his drink down out of the way behind him without looking, freeing his hand so he can bring it up to rest against Childe's cheek. He's careful, like he's afraid Childe might reconsider things. (Equally as insane of a take.) He doesn't pull away for a long time, and even when he does, it's only a hilarious amount of inches. Not a single care for whether or not they go back out into the cold, he will take staying and making out with Childe Genshin over it.
Damn, what are we?]
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