[ Childe thinks a moment, trying to remember where Shell lives. It's not terribly far. ]
Of course.
[ Before that, though, he stoops to pick up a shell; not a particularly big one, but it's still pretty enough even in the lights from the fireworks. His thumb brushes off the bits of sand from it, cleaning it as best he can before he tucks it into his pocket. ]
Come on. Lean on me if you have to. [ And there's. A hand around his waist. He's totally not flirting with you Shell, this is just bros being bros. ]
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Of course.
[ Before that, though, he stoops to pick up a shell; not a particularly big one, but it's still pretty enough even in the lights from the fireworks. His thumb brushes off the bits of sand from it, cleaning it as best he can before he tucks it into his pocket. ]
Come on. Lean on me if you have to. [ And there's. A hand around his waist. He's totally not flirting with you Shell, this is just bros being bros. ]