[Gosh Zhongli WHOSE FAULT IS THAT. It's true that Childe doesn't particularly care about the fate of the Bank, though he's quite confident that they won't be strongarmed out of Liyue that easily--they're incredibly good at embedding themselves into the hearts of other nations, after all. Still, he'll have to look for alternate placements for his staff here, should they need or want them. They served him well, after all, especially given his penchant for trouble.
Of course, that train of thought is immediately derailed at the idea of Zhongli meeting his parents--though at least in this case it's not that weird, since Childe talks about his family almost as much as he talks about fighting. The chances of Zhongli subtly making fun of him are... not nonexistent, but they're probably low, he guesses. Still, he side-eyes his companion in a way that he never would've before the truth came out, not bothering to hide the way he's clearly trying to assess Zhongli's true intentions.]
Fight me and I'll think about it. [WHY IS THAT HIS ULTIMATUM. What an idiot.
But he sighs, then, closing and locking the door behind them. Childe never really tried that hard to make the office personal, but now it's tidy in a way that speaks of a lack of use. Childe's replacement, whoever they may be, clearly hasn't arrived yet.
It's habit to pull out a chair for Zhongli on the way to his own seat, and honestly, he's too tired to let himself feel skittish about sinking so easily back into familiarity. Quite frankly, he doesn't want to deal with himself right now. Instead, he pulls something out of his pocket, props his feet up on the desk, and places it down on the table for Zhongli to see.
It's the phone from the station; that, apparently, is his initial response to the unspoken question.]
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[Gosh Zhongli WHOSE FAULT IS THAT. It's true that Childe doesn't particularly care about the fate of the Bank, though he's quite confident that they won't be strongarmed out of Liyue that easily--they're incredibly good at embedding themselves into the hearts of other nations, after all. Still, he'll have to look for alternate placements for his staff here, should they need or want them. They served him well, after all, especially given his penchant for trouble.
Of course, that train of thought is immediately derailed at the idea of Zhongli meeting his parents--though at least in this case it's not that weird, since Childe talks about his family almost as much as he talks about fighting. The chances of Zhongli subtly making fun of him are... not nonexistent, but they're probably low, he guesses. Still, he side-eyes his companion in a way that he never would've before the truth came out, not bothering to hide the way he's clearly trying to assess Zhongli's true intentions.]
Fight me and I'll think about it. [WHY IS THAT HIS ULTIMATUM. What an idiot.
But he sighs, then, closing and locking the door behind them. Childe never really tried that hard to make the office personal, but now it's tidy in a way that speaks of a lack of use. Childe's replacement, whoever they may be, clearly hasn't arrived yet.
It's habit to pull out a chair for Zhongli on the way to his own seat, and honestly, he's too tired to let himself feel skittish about sinking so easily back into familiarity. Quite frankly, he doesn't want to deal with himself right now. Instead, he pulls something out of his pocket, props his feet up on the desk, and places it down on the table for Zhongli to see.
It's the phone from the station; that, apparently, is his initial response to the unspoken question.]