[ He doesn't buy that for even a second, but he can push those buttons later. This isn't the Fortress and they're on even ground, though it would never matter to Childe either way. Without the enforced hierarchy, though, their interactions don't have to be so…limited…as they were back home. He absolutely asked for a fight at least once. How could he resist? ]
What about kidnapping people so they end up stuck engaging in sex and gambling? Is that also common and enjoyable?
[ His tone is entirely casual, like this is a normal conversation and he's not put out by being here in the first place. Without a viable escape route, and without any weapons or strategy formed, though, he's in the same boat as anyone. The way to get ahead is to play the game for now.
He doesn't at all hide the way he watches Wriothesley. Hey, if the man is going to put on a show, Childe is going to be an attentive audience. ]
Oh, I enjoyed that plenty! You're probably the best knee-sniffer I've encountered.
[ That's not even a lie! It was hilarious. ]
But in the spirit of this resort, I still think this roll is more along the expected lines.
[ Speaking of which! He slides out of his seat, all easy, fluid movement. He takes his time coming around the table. Never one to do things halfway, he slides into the duke's lap, straddling his legs. Though he always has that almost faraway, flat look in his eyes — thanks to the touch of the Abyss that he can't really shake — neither his amusement nor his attraction to Wriothesley is faked. When else will he get this chance? Might as well make a big deal of it.
He wraps his arms around broad shoulders and leans in to do as the dice commanded: kiss the other man's neck. Again, he doesn't do this halfway. This is a full on, open-mouthed kiss that lasts for a few seconds before he leans back again. He doesn't immediately move, though. There's no hurry, right? ]
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Suuuuure you are.
[ He doesn't buy that for even a second, but he can push those buttons later. This isn't the Fortress and they're on even ground, though it would never matter to Childe either way. Without the enforced hierarchy, though, their interactions don't have to be so…limited…as they were back home.
He absolutely asked for a fight at least once. How could he resist?]What about kidnapping people so they end up stuck engaging in sex and gambling? Is that also common and enjoyable?
[ His tone is entirely casual, like this is a normal conversation and he's not put out by being here in the first place. Without a viable escape route, and without any weapons or strategy formed, though, he's in the same boat as anyone. The way to get ahead is to play the game for now.
He doesn't at all hide the way he watches Wriothesley. Hey, if the man is going to put on a show, Childe is going to be an attentive audience. ]
Oh, I enjoyed that plenty! You're probably the best knee-sniffer I've encountered.
[ That's not even a lie! It was hilarious. ]
But in the spirit of this resort, I still think this roll is more along the expected lines.
[ Speaking of which! He slides out of his seat, all easy, fluid movement. He takes his time coming around the table. Never one to do things halfway, he slides into the duke's lap, straddling his legs. Though he always has that almost faraway, flat look in his eyes — thanks to the touch of the Abyss that he can't really shake — neither his amusement nor his attraction to Wriothesley is faked. When else will he get this chance? Might as well make a big deal of it.
He wraps his arms around broad shoulders and leans in to do as the dice commanded: kiss the other man's neck. Again, he doesn't do this halfway. This is a full on, open-mouthed kiss that lasts for a few seconds before he leans back again. He doesn't immediately move, though. There's no hurry, right? ]