[That sound? The one akin to an angry elephant stampeding down the corridor? Yeah, that one. It's marching straight for Room 117, shaking every cabin it passes stomp after stomp after stomp. The footfalls reach their target cabin, and a worrying silence settles.
The suspense is broken five seconds later when Room 117's door is violently kicked open.
A lone man stands on the other side, the sole source of all that cacophony. He stomps through the doorway before kicking the door shut again. Those poor hinges didn't stand a chance. Not that he cares. His flashy maroon suit looks like it just sauntered through a mine field, and he's already glaring at every other piece of furniture in the room as if daring the very upholstery to get in his way.
[ It's not as if he'd been sleeping, which - it's hard to say if it might have been better or worse if he had. It'd be impossible for someone like Childe to sleep even through the stomping and all the footfalls, less due to anxiety and fear and more due to the sort of anticipatory excitement that one might feel on the eve of Christmas.
Because that sounds like a fight. And goodness knows he'd been itching for one ever since running into Zhongli.
So when the door gets kicked down, revealing the source of the stomping and the shaking, his eyes are already fixed on the lone figure standing on the other side. There's two beds (????) in the small cabin and just enough space between them so as not to induce claustrophobia. A perfect battleground, really, should things go south. ]
You must be my new roommate. [ It's practically chirped, bright and cheery and innocuous. ] If it's a kitchen you're looking for, I'm afraid you're out of luck. There's none here.
What's the matter? Don't like the food at the buffet?
[Sanji snarls around his cigarette, eye hastily locking on to the other man in the room. For every bit of cheer oozing from the stranger's smile, an equal bounty of animosity sparks from Sanji's grinding teeth.]
Food that springs fully formed from some shitty wall can't be called a proper meal, let alone a buffet! If you don't know what you're talking about, shut the hell up!
No kitchens means no supplies, no supplies means no supply chain, and no supply chain means not a single shitty delivery vessel to steal! I'm back to step fucking one and a thousand more shitty questions!
[ Oh, he's spicy. It's been a long time since someone had yelled at him, and an even longer amount of time since they'd talked to him like this. His mind supplies the mental images of a few treasure hoarders unwilling to cough up the money for their owed debt to the Fatui and the aftermath that had followed.
First appearances meant nothing. His new roommate didn't look like a fighter, but Childe could only think he'd make threats if he had some means of backing them up. Even a one-sided thrashing was good exercise. ]
Sounds like a personal problem. Are you planning to starve yourself to death in protest? [ And maybe he doesn't know what he's talking about, or maybe he does??? It is a mystery(tm). ]
But if you need help working up an appetite, I'm happy to oblige. [ If he was sitting before, he's getting up - he's no slouch, but not overly tall, either. His outfit clearly marks him as someone form another world and to the naked eye it doesn't really look like he has any weapons on him. There's hardly any muscle, either.
Perhaps the most telling thing are his eyes; smile all he wants, there's no lighting up the dull, lifeless depths of his deep blue eyes, which are currently fixated unwaveringly on Sanji. ]
[The fact that he can talk about starvation so cavalierly is an immediate signal to Sanji that he doesn't know what he's talking about. Not at all. The cook decides, perhaps a tad too quickly, that his new roommate is a piece of shit who needs to be taught a painful lesson right the fuck now.
Sanji gets right up in the guy's personal space, meets his empty eyes dead on with his own fiery pair, and blows smoke in his face.]
You better be asking for a fight 'cause you're getting one either way.
[ Definitely not quickly at all, given the almost visceral reaction he has to Sanji's fighting talk. The grin that splits his face is equal parts exuberant and boyish, almost out of place given the severity of the situation they've landed themselves in. His gaze holds Sanji's unwavering, and the plume of smoke blown into his face gets nothing aside from a barely-there half-blink.
The odd gem that glows, faint, at his hip is probably the only tell Sanji will get before he reaches up, water droplets glistening around fingers that he pinches at the end of the blond's cigarette to promptly put it out with a faint sizzle. ]
Holding back isn't an option. Don't disappoint me. [ For him or for Sanji, it's not explicitly said. Maybe it's a mix of both. ]
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The suspense is broken five seconds later when Room 117's door is violently kicked open.
A lone man stands on the other side, the sole source of all that cacophony. He stomps through the doorway before kicking the door shut again. Those poor hinges didn't stand a chance. Not that he cares. His flashy maroon suit looks like it just sauntered through a mine field, and he's already glaring at every other piece of furniture in the room as if daring the very upholstery to get in his way.
Chef Sanji is not happy.]
WHERE'S MY FUCKING KITCHEN?!?
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Because that sounds like a fight. And goodness knows he'd been itching for one ever since running into Zhongli.
So when the door gets kicked down, revealing the source of the stomping and the shaking, his eyes are already fixed on the lone figure standing on the other side. There's two beds (????) in the small cabin and just enough space between them so as not to induce claustrophobia. A perfect battleground, really, should things go south. ]
You must be my new roommate. [ It's practically chirped, bright and cheery and innocuous. ] If it's a kitchen you're looking for, I'm afraid you're out of luck. There's none here.
What's the matter? Don't like the food at the buffet?
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[Sanji snarls around his cigarette, eye hastily locking on to the other man in the room. For every bit of cheer oozing from the stranger's smile, an equal bounty of animosity sparks from Sanji's grinding teeth.]
Food that springs fully formed from some shitty wall can't be called a proper meal, let alone a buffet! If you don't know what you're talking about, shut the hell up!
No kitchens means no supplies, no supplies means no supply chain, and no supply chain means not a single shitty delivery vessel to steal! I'm back to step fucking one and a thousand more shitty questions!
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First appearances meant nothing. His new roommate didn't look like a fighter, but Childe could only think he'd make threats if he had some means of backing them up. Even a one-sided thrashing was good exercise. ]
Sounds like a personal problem. Are you planning to starve yourself to death in protest? [ And maybe he doesn't know what he's talking about, or maybe he does??? It is a mystery(tm). ]
But if you need help working up an appetite, I'm happy to oblige. [ If he was sitting before, he's getting up - he's no slouch, but not overly tall, either. His outfit clearly marks him as someone form another world and to the naked eye it doesn't really look like he has any weapons on him. There's hardly any muscle, either.
Perhaps the most telling thing are his eyes; smile all he wants, there's no lighting up the dull, lifeless depths of his deep blue eyes, which are currently fixated unwaveringly on Sanji. ]
What do you say, roomie?
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Sanji gets right up in the guy's personal space, meets his empty eyes dead on with his own fiery pair, and blows smoke in his face.]
You better be asking for a fight 'cause you're getting one either way.
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The odd gem that glows, faint, at his hip is probably the only tell Sanji will get before he reaches up, water droplets glistening around fingers that he pinches at the end of the blond's cigarette to promptly put it out with a faint sizzle. ]
Holding back isn't an option. Don't disappoint me. [ For him or for Sanji, it's not explicitly said. Maybe it's a mix of both. ]