[It's a shame he missed all the fun. By the time Childe caught wind of a certain fork-tongued man and his wild battle style they had long since dragged the last of his opponents away. Only the bartender was left to point him in the right direction, pressing a glass of water into his hand with the instruction to make sure that the man- snake?- of the hour wasn't dead.
And here he is. Childe squats down beside the couch and continues to watch Majima's suffering for a few moments more, chin in hand. Well, he certainly looks the part, doesn't he? Idly, he can't help but wonder how much of that blood is his- and is more disappointed than ever that he didn't get to see those bruised fists in action.
Oh well. That's enough of that. With a cheery little hum, he tips the water over Majima's face.]
party time
And here he is. Childe squats down beside the couch and continues to watch Majima's suffering for a few moments more, chin in hand. Well, he certainly looks the part, doesn't he? Idly, he can't help but wonder how much of that blood is his- and is more disappointed than ever that he didn't get to see those bruised fists in action.
Oh well. That's enough of that. With a cheery little hum, he tips the water over Majima's face.]
Still with us, comrade?
[Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.]