[There's a moment of silence, a strange and dangerous beat in which Childe considers the request. Comrade or not, a part of him is wary of getting too close to Majima in this state; it feels almost like something out of a folk tale and, where he's from, they seldom have happy endings.
But he was forged by liars and snakes of a more metaphorical kind and that's not what he sees here.
A metallic clatter rings out around the tunnel as Childe abandons the pipe and heads over and crouches beside Majima. This time, his gaze is curious. Pull off the mask? At first, it feels like a riddle but now that he's closer...]
May I? [Without waiting for a response, he reaches out to feel along his scaled brow. Sure enough, there's something there.] Ah, I see. It's under here, then?
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But he was forged by liars and snakes of a more metaphorical kind and that's not what he sees here.
A metallic clatter rings out around the tunnel as Childe abandons the pipe and heads over and crouches beside Majima. This time, his gaze is curious. Pull off the mask? At first, it feels like a riddle but now that he's closer...]
May I? [Without waiting for a response, he reaches out to feel along his scaled brow. Sure enough, there's something there.] Ah, I see. It's under here, then?