[It's pretty obvious to Childe what Izō got up to last night; he's a mess, smells like a bar floor and looks ready to murder him. Any other time, that last part might have been exciting but they have more important matters to attend to today, which is why he settles for fixing him with an even smile.]
Making breakfast? I thought it might-
[A slightly acrid smell hits him and, with a little sound of panic, Childe whips back around to the stove. The pancake he's currently working on is, sadly, now looking a little worse for wear with black mottling its once golden surface. Truly a tragedy.]
Damn. [Sighing, he drops the burned pancake straight into the trash and sets the pan back.] I'm all out of batter too...
[THERE IS LITERALLY A FERAL BIRD MAN THREATENING YOU RIGHT NOW, TAGLIATELLE.]
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Making breakfast? I thought it might-
[A slightly acrid smell hits him and, with a little sound of panic, Childe whips back around to the stove. The pancake he's currently working on is, sadly, now looking a little worse for wear with black mottling its once golden surface. Truly a tragedy.]
Damn. [Sighing, he drops the burned pancake straight into the trash and sets the pan back.] I'm all out of batter too...
[THERE IS LITERALLY A FERAL BIRD MAN THREATENING YOU RIGHT NOW, TAGLIATELLE.]