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[ so, if he takes a couple of bottles of wine, and seats himself at the bar, maybe he'll eventually ... make his way to cupcake. maybe.

that, or he'll drink himself into a stupor, which honestly sounds good too. ]

[ childe feels like shit. he can't remember the last time he felt his bad... but here he is. that's what he gets for involving himself with an asshole like snow. whatever, he'll deal with that later. for now he's just trying to get his head together, which is easier said than done. he doesn't go inside the bar, but instead wanders right by it. everything is fuzzy and it's frustrating. is this what getting your soul ripped out and shoved back in feels like? 0/5 stars, would not recommend. ]

[ he catches sight of him— and sighs heavily, before getting up, pulling the one bottle that still has anything in it.

He does not want to talk to him and yet.

Out he goes. ]

Oh, look who’s back.

[ childe stills... and for a moment he considers ignoring him. he's one of the last people he's interested in seeing right now and yet. he turns to face him, eyes mismatched; one blue and one purple. he narrows both of them. ] Waiting for me?

No. I didn’t expect you would be the kind of person who would come to a place like this.

[ he notes the mismatch, but doesn’t comment on it. It’s obvious enough. ]

… though I did want to chat.

And yet we met the last time at the bar. [ so he's call you on your bullshit. ]

Oh, you did, well give me one good reason why *I* should want to chat with *you*.

[ he narrows his eyes and then sits down on one of the outdoor chairs, setting the wine down. ]

I’d prefer it if you didn’t. Even if you are a Harbinger, I behaved…

[ how to phrase it. ]

Regrettably.

[ he doesn't move to sit and instead just stands there. ] Do you regret what you did because of the consequences or because you actually regret it?

Consequences?

And what are the consequences?

[ he is gonna take another drink. Hit him, harbinger. ]

... [ soooo there are none. ] Why then, why do you regret it? Shouldn't you have been happy to exact revenge on me?

[ and this is why he shouldn’t feel bad.

Damn it. ]

I honestly don’t know. It was uncharacteristic behavior for me.

And I’d rather have gotten revenge in my own way.

[ and he will continue drinking, as is the way of his people. ]

[ uncharacteristic. ooookay. he doesn’t but that for a second, but he also doesn’t bother making an obnoxious comment about it. ] In your own way… so, what, you’re saying three were strings being pulled [ and he should be able to abstain from blame? tch. ]

You're not impressed.

[ said matter of factly. ]

Do I look impressed? Elaborate, so we can move on, if that’s what you’d like to do.

Hmm.

[ "I don't think I will." ]

At any rate, regardless of what your feelings are for me-- or whatever crossover there is for what they were with Pavo-- I would prefer our spats be kept between us.

[ childe siphons the remainder of the wine out of the bottle and splashes it onto the floor. ]

No. [ said simply. cruelly. ] I would prefer you answer my question, but it seems nobody’s getting what they want today.

[ has he said how much he hates hydro users? he hates hydro users. barbara would never, ]

What did the wine ever do to you?

Associate with you. [ childe just laughs. ] I don’t care if you’re a cagey bastard to all of the other people here, [ he sets a hand on the table and leans in, bringing them nose to nose. ] but clearing the air is going to involve talking.

[ he instinctively leans back, and then stands up and steps back all the same, ]

I don't think I ever said I wanted to clear the air? Just that I would prefer we kept it between us.

[ he stands back up and starts moving past the table, but not before kicking snow’s seat out from under him. ] I don’t play nice for free.

[ he glances at the chair, and then back at childe, his smile a little strained, ]

No, I know. That's about what I expected.

What do I get in return, Snow, … [ looks at him from over his shoulder. ]

[ and pavo had the nerve to dip out so he can't just redirect him at him.

darn. ]

I'd assumed it would be beneficial to us both. But if that's not what you want, what is it, exactly?

… [ what *does* he want. he’s silent for a few extra seconds as he thinks. ] I’m not asking you to pour your heart out, Snow, …but what is this and what are we - that’s all I want to know.

Ahhh.

[ he pauses as he tries to gather his thoughts ]

I would have said "this is nothing serious," to start... but I'd rather not characterize it that way.

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