[Thank you, Gu Yun, for apparently wanting to see him on this day, because Childe has absolutely been keeping track of the days since his own fucking zodiac effect curse AND IS ALREADY EAGER AND PREPARED TO SEE HOW YOU'RE SUFFERING.
Also he'll never say no to sim room anyway, so. Here he is!! With a friendly little wave. Ehehehe. Ah, shit, now they're in proximity so his shithead grin is forcibly shifted into something more polite. Oh well.]
[ childe can probably visibly see him working over the five different things he actually wants to say that he is not allowed to say right now. ]
Fuu- Fantastic. [ at least being kind lets him still sound sort of sarcastic. maybe. fuck this effect. fuck this. ] Stupid machine. [ at least he can be mean to the scenery. the simulation machine is not loading fast enough for his tastes, apparently - ] 下老子一跳!
god he's in such a bad mood. ] It's my stupid - it's the birthday thing. Whatever that is. Stupid westerners. My birthday's in the lunar new year, what the hell is a Capricorn!?
[ at least when he finally gets the simulation thing to work the way he wants it, the layout is simple enough - just a little fighting ring, a place for sparring hand to hand. there are weapons and shit around too but he doesn't care enough to add more details rn. ] Ugh.
gu yun's going for his favorite weapon for these sparring sessions - his wind slasher. it's not marked with his name or anything, but even so, it's the weapon he's used most in his career, and it turns on with the familiar whirr and click of steam and ziliujin, the meat-grinder blades coming out with their usual terrifying spinning efficacy. it's a nice match of equivalence for a lance, too - similar size and heft. he doesn't take a fighting stance right away, leaning his wind slasher down for a moment so he can put his hair up. ]
You know, I'd like to see this forced kindness happen to other people. I'd just rather be a spectator than a participant. [ grumble :T ... it'd be funny if chang geng had to be nice to him and not tsundere (his new word) all the time. ]
alright that's it, fuck it, he's launching forward to go ahead and start this spar. i have a feeling you are going to make me write this fight scene out but maybe if i bat my eyelashes enough we don't have to?? pixi its saturday love me ]
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Also he'll never say no to sim room anyway, so. Here he is!! With a friendly little wave. Ehehehe. Ah, shit, now they're in proximity so his shithead grin is forcibly shifted into something more polite. Oh well.]
Having a good day, Sir Marquis?
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Fuu- Fantastic. [ at least being kind lets him still sound sort of sarcastic. maybe. fuck this effect. fuck this. ] Stupid machine. [ at least he can be mean to the scenery. the simulation machine is not loading fast enough for his tastes, apparently - ] 下老子一跳!
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In fairness, he also opens and closes his mouth like three times before saying--]
...On other days, you're usually very eloquent.
[a.k.a. Language, language... lmao]
Do you need some help?
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god he's in such a bad mood. ] It's my stupid - it's the birthday thing. Whatever that is. Stupid westerners. My birthday's in the lunar new year, what the hell is a Capricorn!?
[ at least when he finally gets the simulation thing to work the way he wants it, the layout is simple enough - just a little fighting ring, a place for sparring hand to hand. there are weapons and shit around too but he doesn't care enough to add more details rn. ] Ugh.
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People are generally happy about their birthdays, aren't they?
[Says Childe, who spent the whole day bursting into tears at random when this happened to him]
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[ that is the NICEST way he is allowed to say "cry me a river cry baby you bawled i was there" ]
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closes mouth
opens mouth
closes mouth
...
Smiles Pleasantly]
Anyone would be moved by the sight of a father doting on his son.
[STUPID
At least he's going to get a lance now]
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anyway!! ugh
gu yun's going for his favorite weapon for these sparring sessions - his wind slasher. it's not marked with his name or anything, but even so, it's the weapon he's used most in his career, and it turns on with the familiar whirr and click of steam and ziliujin, the meat-grinder blades coming out with their usual terrifying spinning efficacy. it's a nice match of equivalence for a lance, too - similar size and heft. he doesn't take a fighting stance right away, leaning his wind slasher down for a moment so he can put his hair up. ]
You know, I'd like to see this forced kindness happen to other people. I'd just rather be a spectator than a participant. [ grumble :T ... it'd be funny if chang geng had to be nice to him and not tsundere (his new word) all the time. ]
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You could always go talk to White or Takeru.
[lmao]
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alright that's it, fuck it, he's launching forward to go ahead and start this spar. i have a feeling you are going to make me write this fight scene out but maybe if i bat my eyelashes enough we don't have to?? pixi its saturday love me ]
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come at him scrub lessgo]