[A name as impressive as his swordplay. Childe rolls his shoulders and relishes the way his joints crack and his muscles tug after what has already been an eventful evening. They've had the aperitif, the main course and now he's waiting on dessert- and hopefully it'll be rich enough to sate his sweet tooth.]
Felix... I'll remember that.
[Meanwhile, Childe forgoes the peering and simply kicks a nearby table back, the chain on his boot jingling with the violence of the motion. Nothing.]
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Felix... I'll remember that.
[Meanwhile, Childe forgoes the peering and simply kicks a nearby table back, the chain on his boot jingling with the violence of the motion. Nothing.]
I wonder if they've caught up with the owner yet.