[A little bird told him that a certain human cyclone of hedonism and violence got in a scuffle- which, naturally, means that he has to go and see the damage for himself. Childe swans into the clinic and heads directly for the man himself, bright eyed and wearing an easy smile. In his denim jacket and jeans, he looks alarmingly wholesome, almost like he didn't stab him with an umbrella the last time they met.]
Apparently I'm supposed to call you "aniki" now. [He says the unfamiliar word with an exaggerated version of what must be his natural, fantasy Russian accent.] Congratulations.
[Sincere as he is, it's somewhat undermined by the way he sits himself down without waiting for so much as a "hello", let alone an invitation. At least he brought Nishitani something. Childe dumps his bag next to him and first fishes out a punnet of grapes and then a plastic container containing what look to be buns of some kind.]
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Apparently I'm supposed to call you "aniki" now. [He says the unfamiliar word with an exaggerated version of what must be his natural,
fantasy Russianaccent.] Congratulations.[Sincere as he is, it's somewhat undermined by the way he sits himself down without waiting for so much as a "hello", let alone an invitation. At least he brought Nishitani something. Childe dumps his bag next to him and first fishes out a punnet of grapes and then a plastic container containing what look to be buns of some kind.]