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[vapour]

[ A hotel, huh? Yeah, that's fine. If sparks are going to fly, it'd be pretty presumptuous to expect the guy would feel like waltzing back to Springstar afterwards. This is probably where he should stop and wonder (well, a lot of things, actually, but oh well) but Childe is so used to paying for older men (aka: being a personal wallet for Zhongli) and some other people of interest (Travelers), that he just equates the fact Flamebringer is coming to Highstorm means he should foot the bill for the guy's hotel room here.

Childe's laugh is airy in response, almost playful, and he seems to overall appreciate the commentary just for the sake of it. ]

Aha, you won't hear me complain. I'll send you the directions as soon as I get a booking.

In the meantime, make sure to come prepared. [ as in with a weapon. ] Don't be cocky and show up dressed in anything you actually like, by the way, I'm probably definitely gonna make a point ruin it on you.

I'll be waiting! [ YUP GOODBYE FOR NOW NEW FRIEND—

Except about ten minutes later Flamebringer'll get the name of a place and what it looks like/ where it is forwarded to him in a mental sense that feels more like a text message than any type of real common connection.

Oh yeah, and five minutes after that he'll get a floor and room number. Whatever details. ]

[hurricaneofblood]

[ Hm.

Seems kind of rude to make him book, but then again, he is inviting himself over to Zenith's city. His shoulders shrug. Details - whatever. Details like how he shouldn't stay too far away from home lest he ends up in trouble with Discord later. Oh well.

At least, he has clothes that he doesn't mind getting torn. He muses over what "come prepared" means. Isn't it what he wants? Excuse you? Well, he does clean himself up so that he doesn't come all sweaty and dirt-covered (ew).

Well, time to show up - and show up he does.

His tail swishes a little behind him. He still has a lot of energy pent up inside of him from helping Dark out earlier - the two not realizing that their friendship and continued Communion cause an increase in their Discord. They're doing great. The two idiots are doing just fine.

But hey, maybe this will do something about all that energy.

So, he gives a friendly greeting upon seeing the person that invaded his thoughts - literally. ]

Hey.

[vapour]

[ haha opposite aspects and factions eh whoops. what luck that Harbinger and Iconoclast happen to go hand in hand.

Childe shifts to look back over his shoulder, lightless eyes still somehow still managing to express real excitement as he lays eyes on the other. ] Hey, you made it.

[ The tail is noticed and that does rile his curiosity because he doesn't recognize it immediately as to what kind of tail it is (Ernesto's tail was easy to identify, for example,) but he has important priorities to focus on

Yeah, he can be nosey about it later. ]

Rules? [ Flamebringer should get to thinking on setting them if he hasn't considered it yet, because if he gets the impression that Childe is about ready to jump him and make a move if he's not beaten to it— he would be absolutely right that's what's happen.

(Did he bring weapons, though? Well, it's also not like Childe had his weapons on display or even visible yet so it's not all that curious to him.

Actually, he may find it a little curious— the clerk at the counter had given him some strange looks when Childe had been confused about his questions, and starting a fighting in a hotel room isn't exactly the most responsible of decisions, but Childe realizes that stopping dead and checking to make sure he hasn't given Flamebringer any wrong ideas is kind of too little too late. His partner for the night is already here, and Childe has more than some pent-up energy needing to let loose in more ways than one. Honestly, it's whatever goes for Childe at this point. ]

[hurricaneofblood]

Rules.

[ His hands open, fingers spread, as he finally decides to think up some on the spot. ]

Leave me enough clothes so it isn’t that obvious a walk of shame home.

[ Flamebringer jerks his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the trek back to the Meridian side of things. Should he get into positions? His face winces - like he smelled something foul - and it is only because he doesn’t find much interest in that. Things should go by mood, anyway.

His tail swishes side-to-side. ]

That’s about it.

[ He leans in: ] So, biting is approved, too. [ And he snorts out a laugh. ]

[vapour]

[ leave enough clothes? walk of shame? Biting is allowed?

Oh, oh. the Eleventh Harbinger is frozen midway in his actions now before a single delicate hydro blade instantly appears in one hand for him to grip. Although it seems Childe has indeed realized something, that predatory excitement doesn't seem to diminish one bit. ]

Aha, so that's the kind of game it is! What a strange guy that Dark fellow is, but you're a prize catch any way I look at it, so I won't be too critical of his ways. If that's all, then I accept.

[ (Flamebringer actually makes a good call about not bringing up positions. It's more fun to go with the heat of the moment.)

he smiles, finally moving to use the flat of the hydroblade to gently slide under the other's chin. He isn't tall enough to be able to make the other look up at him especially when he leans in just a bit himself, but it's okay, that flirty suggestiveness that he would like full attention on him still gets across even while using the weapon instead.

If he knew this was about sex from the getgo, he would have made a more sincere attempt to come off sexually appealing during communion exchange rather than a hyper chihuahuha ready to throw down. Then again, maybe they wouldn't even be here because maybe Childe wouldn't have been in the mood for sex like he suddenly is now to even have reached out. Maybe Flamebringer would have been turned off. Who knows.

Childe should probably ask if he likes it rough or not in this case, but it seems almost useless to point bring up with words. If Flamebringer can't already tell and feel the visceral need for at the very least a rough— if not downright violent— fuck dripping off the harbinger's form, then there's no amount of speaking that's going to get it across.

He'll lean enough so that their mouths almost ghost against one another by not quite. His voice is drawn out and sensual ]

Just be aware when I bite, I don't stop until my teeth [ and he'll snap his teeth together hard enough that the 'click' can be distinctly heard as if to demonstrate his point. ] are touching.

[ the hydroblade disappears because, well, as much as he could enjoy digging it into the other and have blood everywhere, it's probably not necessary and will cause an increase in the price tag of the room for the effort to salvage the sheets. Tartaglia has sharp teeth, anyway, even though he's only human, he can draw blood just fine on his own if e wants to.

Besides, Childe doesn't change his act much when he's with men: he's going to be aggressive. Flamebringer either submits (hopefully not too easily, if so) or overpowers him, and Childe submits. He's pretty sure physically Flamebringer has more strength than he does from his build alone. So anything that happens is because he was allowed to.

Ultimately, the other has about three long seconds from Childe speaking to respond however he likes. It's his last chance to change his mind, at least in terms of leaving. If he doesn't make a move of some kind, Tartaglia will by crushing their mouths together impatiently. ]