[The umbrella snaps in a flower of spokes and plastic sheets- but with the metal tip still buried in Nishitani's shoulder, its job has well and truly been done. Childe allows himself to be yanked forward, if only so that he can meet his stare properly.]
Eyes on the prize, comrade! [Breathless, playful, hungry. Blood pounds in his ears and the urge to see it spilled- doesn't matter whose anymore- rises with every passing second.] Don't get too distracted now!
[And he headbutts him. Because of course he does. Even as his vision explodes into white, the sake currently in control of his common sense is pretty happy with his decision.]
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Eyes on the prize, comrade! [Breathless, playful, hungry. Blood pounds in his ears and the urge to see it spilled- doesn't matter whose anymore- rises with every passing second.] Don't get too distracted now!
[And he headbutts him. Because of course he does. Even as his vision explodes into white, the sake currently in control of his common sense is pretty happy with his decision.]