[ 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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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. ]