[ And then he lets his hand drop. There's no arguing with Shell on this, he thinks, especially since it seems like the blond's made up his mind. Childe can appreciate that little show of strength, even if it might end up killing him. He thinks he can perhaps relate more than anyone.
But even still. Maybe it's because Childe understands that he reaches up to take the red earring out of his ear, folding it over into his hand, the sharp end pressing into his thumb with a hiss of pain. It's brief, but unmistakable; the little bead of blood on his thumb is bright against his pale skin.
It's not much, but it's something. ]
Shell. [ He says, and his voice is firm, even. ] Drink.
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[ And then he lets his hand drop. There's no arguing with Shell on this, he thinks, especially since it seems like the blond's made up his mind. Childe can appreciate that little show of strength, even if it might end up killing him. He thinks he can perhaps relate more than anyone.
But even still. Maybe it's because Childe understands that he reaches up to take the red earring out of his ear, folding it over into his hand, the sharp end pressing into his thumb with a hiss of pain. It's brief, but unmistakable; the little bead of blood on his thumb is bright against his pale skin.
It's not much, but it's something. ]
Shell. [ He says, and his voice is firm, even. ] Drink.