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[ 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.

I don’t think either of us intended this to be serious, … [ things spun out of control quickly. ]

[ and then the killing started. it's absurd enough to think back on. ]

I wasn't being insincere when I said I hated you. At first for being one of the Fatui, yes...

And I think we've managed the proverbial eye for an eye otherwise.

…for now. Kind of why I want to talk about it, because it could go from eye for an eye to limb for a limb to… eventually there’s nothing left. Dying here, especially during Death Days, does cost a hefty sum, as we’ve both learned first hand.

Do you want to completely sever whatever twisted ties we have… or no?

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Ahaha... That's an interesting question to ask of me.

I know. [ smirks. ] Going to finally answer, or simply deflect again?

Honestly, I don't think I can have any sort of connection with someone who would waste perfectly good wine.

[ answer or deflection, take your pick ]

[ just this face… because what else is he supposed to say to that. gdi, snow, c’mon! ]

I think I'm perfectly content with our animus, however.

[ which is an answer of... sorts. ]

…tch. [ he’s over having this conversation. ] I’ll have you know we don’t target you for reasons other than just a team to pick because there are other we can’t. Play however you want. We’re going to continue doing the same. [ he starts walking off. ]

Very well, I think we can work with that.

[ he stills as he starts to walk away— and then sways back a step despite himself, looking for that chair suddenly. ]

Try not to drink yourself to death, Snow.

Unfortunately, I’m out of a drink right now.

[ his tone is not quite the put together cadence it just was, and he gives an unsteady laugh before finding a chair to collapse in. ]

I wonder how that happened.

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[ shrugs. ] No clue. [ a forced laugh as he walks off. ]

[ bye, right before he really starts losing his composure.

He needs… more wine? Something like that? Either way, he’ll still be close to there, but suffering the poor alcohol while he hopes this fit passes. Turns out, it’s suddenly hard to find strength. ]

[ childe has no desire to hang out in cupcake so he's out most of the day. sometime later he decides, ok, he's not sleeping outside, so he heads back to the cottage - passing the bar - and finding snow still there. ]

...

Seriously...

[ is this normal behavior?

He does prefer to… you know, not be alone. But he’s uncharacteristically slumped on the table, so it’s impossible to see his face. ]

[ is this a normal behavior #butterflymeme ]

[ he should leave him here or throw him into the lake, but instead he sets a hand on his back. ] Snow?

[ instantly, he tenses. No, touch feels good, very good, even if it’s not intimate. He’s in danger.

But he tries to play it off. ]

Hmm~?

[ time to sit up, and hope his dark skin hides the worst of how he’s feeling, and the rest gets passed up to being drunk.

And yet he still feels a strong desire to beg him to fuck him. ]

I thought we had nothing more to say to each other?

[ ignores that question and keeps his hand on his back. ] Why are you still here, ..? I'm assuming you found some more alcohol to poison your system with. If nothing else let me dump you on BonBon's doorstep. I'm sure I'll get blamed if you don't make it home for some reason anyway.

[ stop touching—

No, wait, keep touching. No, wait again—- ]

How courteous, but I doubt that?

[ hard to keep a pleasant facade, actually. He raises a hand to rub at his face. ]

If anything, Zephyr would join me…

[ he trails off, glancing at Childe ]

...and people think *I'm* a bad influence. [ rolls his eyes. ] Get up, Snow. [ or if he doesn't in the next couple of seconds childe is just going to scoop him up in his arms. ]

[ have you met the citizens of mondstadt. he just laughs, ]

Iiiiii don't think I will.

[ he says until he's scooped up? which makes all of his touch issues so much worse, and it literally takes his breath away, so he can't respond immediately ]

Y-You can't be serious.

[ he is, undoubtedly, warm. and the flushing is much more apparent, oops. and when he moves to shove him off, it's like his strength is zapped. weird. ]

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