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day 344, late night.

[childeishly]

If you're havin' consultant problems I feel bad for you, son, I got 99 problems, but Mora ain't one: wher do yu live?
If you're havin' consultant problems I feel bad for you, son, I got 99 problems, but Mora ain't one: wha flor?/
If you're havin' consultant problems I feel bad for you, son, I got 99 problems, but Mora ain't one: its me
If you're havin' consultant problems I feel bad for you, son, I got 99 problems, but Mora ain't one: yu knwo

[leaveofabsence]

[ Please hold. He has never got a message on his phone so he nearly drops it when it beeps at him.

"Glaze Lily is typing" flickers on and off many times (with random interval of silence in between) on Childe's screen before a reply actually comes through: ]

Glaze Lily: 9

[childeishly]

If you're havin' consultant problems I feel bad for you, son, I got 99 problems, but Mora ain't one: xiansheng?/?

[leaveofabsence]

Glaze Lily: The floor I live on.
Glaze Lily: It is 9.

[childeishly]

[ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. ]

[leaveofabsence]

[ Someone answers the door after obviously tossing on his clothes in a rush. It is the most rumpled and not put together that Childe has probably ever seen him. ]

Caeli. . .?

[childeishly]

[ he's covered in bruises and blood - both fresh and dried. his clothes are a bit torn and he's swaying back and forth a bit. ] Xiansheng... ? Why are there... three of you. [ reaches out to swipe at nothing. ]

1/2

[leaveofabsence]

[ Celestia.

He only just saw him a few hours ago--- ]

[leaveofabsence]

[ He reaches for the wrist of the hand that swiped out at him and tries to lead him further into the common room. ]

Just focus on this me, alright?

[childeishly]

[ as soon as zhongli takes his hand he reaches out with his other one and grabs at his arm, trying to steady himself. ] Which one?

[leaveofabsence]

[ For a moment, it looks like Zhongli might puzzle out how to describe which one he is from the other concussion Zhonglis. But instead he just shakes his head and pulls Childe further inside so he can sit down. ]

It does not matter.

Please try to stay still.

[childeishly]

...

[ he sits, for about half a second, but this place is new and interesting, so he’s going to attempt to look around. ]

I want to see your bedroom, Xiansheng. Is it this one? Or this one? [ pulls on random doors... or tries to, he probably won’t get too far. ]

[leaveofabsence]

[ Why?




Why has today been such a long day?

This is probably divine retribution for something. No, not probably. This is definitely divine retribution. ]

Childe.

Childe, please sit and let me look at your injuries.

If they are serious, we will need to call a healer.

[childeishly]

I saw a healer! My arm was broken before I got here. [ said oh-so-casually. ] I just hit my head a little too hard. All I need is a hot shower to get rid of all the blood. It’s not all mine you know... anyway! I wanted to stay with Xiansheng tonight. [ looks back at zhongli. ] Is that alright. his gaze wanders a bit because he’s looking between the two zhonglis. ] ...why are you so pretty?

[leaveofabsence]

It is because you hit your head a little too hard.

Now please.

[ And Zhongli crosses his arms, shifting his weight to one foot as he pointedly look at the chair that Childe is not sitting in. ]

Let me look at you.

And then you can wash up and make yourself comfortable.

[childeishly]

Fiiiine, [ smirks, ] but!!! [ here it comes. ] I get to look at you too.

[ he goes back to his seat and drops into it, smiling up at zhongli like he’s just made the best deal ever. ]

[leaveofabsence]

Very well. That seems like an equivalent exchange.

[ Now then.

Don't mind Zhongli as he's going to make sure all the fresh blood on Childe is not coming from any fresh wounds. ]

[childeishly]

[ all of the severe looking wounds have been taken care of. if there's a little scratch or something it's probably because he tripped and fell on the way here, otherwise, like he said, he did get taken care of by a healer. ]

[ reaches for zhongli's head and pats it, his hand dropping to the side as he plays with a stray strand of his hair. ]

[leaveofabsence]

[ He watches Childe play with his hair out of the corner of his eye but otherwise does not comment it. ]

Then it is as you say.

[ And he drops his hands, though he does not move away from Childe. ]

You should clean up and rest if your vision is causing you problems.

[childeishly]

...can I do both of those things here?

[leaveofabsence]

Yes.

[ And he pulls back from Childe so that he can straighten up. ]

Follow me.

[childeishly]

And can I stay the night?

[leaveofabsence]

Yes, of course. I would rather that you were with someone if you are still suffering from a concussion.

[ And it's not like Zhongli wants to be alone with his thoughts after everything that happened at the game today. ]

[childeishly]

[ he slouches straight into him and shuts his eyes, smiling. ] Good. I don't want to be anywhere else.

[leaveofabsence]

[ He carefully makes his way to the communal (and rather luxurious) bathroom since his starter bedroom doesn't have a personal one. He'll walk Childe all the way to the wash area. ]

Take your time.

[ And he glances down at Childe's bloodstained clothes ]

I'll bring you something else to wear and leave it here on the counter.