a; room suite

Childe, like everyone else, was not expecting to wake up bare ass naked (okay, there's a robe, but does it count?) in a tiny bed with a stranger.

"Whoa there. Sorry about that. I at least like to know someone's name before I get this friendly." He slides out of the bed and offers a smile that is not at all embarrassed. It's not like his dick is hanging out, thanks to the robe, but he doesn't really do embarrassment all that easily.

Or maybe his roomie doesn't wake up right away. Childe lets them sleep for a few and pokes around the room. It's not that big and there's not much to see, huh? Upon seeing the other person awake, he holds up a shirt.

"Would you like big dick energy or slut era? I'm kinda leaning towards the first one myself." Is he messing around or is this a genuine offer to at least get some damn clothes on? Hard to say.

b; showers

Since he has no idea what happened just before waking up, he figures…well, nothing wrong with a shower. It's communal, but he's not too fussed about it. Anyone who catches him here might notice that he has quite a few scars. Up to you whether that's worth commenting on.

He uses the shampoo, completely unaware of the effects. After he rinses it out, damage already done, he turns away from the showers and almost walks right into someone.

"You know, you shouldn't sneak up on a guy like that. Might have consequences you're not ready for." Despite the half-threat in his words, his tone is light and he has a smile on his face. It doesn't touch his eyes but don't worry about it! Speaking of consequences no one is ready for, he's still not dressed and that shampoo is doing its thang…

Feel free to find him under the mistletoe! If this happens, he'll be a little cheeky about it.

"Well, looks like they won't leave us alone until we give them what they want. Shall we?"

At night Childe is down here for some reason and catches sight of…flowers moving. Hey, not the first time he's ever seen a flower move.

"I think that flower's holding on to something," he says to whoever has joined him. "Wanna check it out?"

OR he's already got a flower, wresting a ring from its roots. Startled, the flower sprays him with…something. At least it's just his hands and not his face. Someone nearby might walk up just in time to hear the explanation of how to get rid of the rash effect. Now he might look a little embarrassed.

"Normally I wouldn't ask for a favour, but…promise I'll make it worth your while."

What an unfortunate time to be caught here. And Childe is literally caught, struggling against a collar that is dragging him towards some unsuspecting person. He's strong and all, but nothing he does seems to get it off. It finally stops with the leash forced into someone else's hand.

"You would not believe the night I'm having," Childe says. "Mind letting go of that leash?" (If they let go, the same thing will just happen again. Eventually, they'll both have to play along.)

(Up for shibari rope here as well. No ticklers please.)

a; dice

After watching the example of how the dice work, Childe decides this isn't the worst game he's ever heard of. Sounds like they need to win to get chips and get, you know, more appropriate clothes or whatever. And he's always liked competition, even if he'd prefer a fight.

He tosses the dice in his hand. He's not looking at them, but his coordination is great; he never drops them without meaning to.

"What do you say? Can't be too hard, right? Play with me."

b; master & pet

Childe isn't sure he wants to play this one, but a staff member stands in his way when he about faces to leave. He could start a fight, and considers it for a moment, but maybe it's better to save that for later.

Unfortunately for him, his card is the pet card. Even worse, he gets dog instead of cat.

Whether this is a random match up or a deliberate choice, he ends up here in the private room.

"You sure you can make me listen?" he teases with a smirk. Is he going to play this game well or be a huge pain in the ass? We just don't know.