[There's an itch to his eyebrow as he grows even more annoyed, not mortified by this, but not comfortable either. Childe looks down at the flower in his hands, before looking to her with the most incredulous look he can muster. Luke doesn't seem to see it though, speaking with the famed traveler and all.
He cannot believe she is setting him up on a date with Luke. His own lover. Pure betrayal...]
And why is it that no one has bothered to ask Lord Tartaglia if he's okay with this?
[She's laughing at him! How dare she!
Luke fidgets, uncomfortable with the fact that Lumine has so brazenly used the name Tartaglia to address one of the Fatui Harbingers, as he's not allowed to dare speak that name, not in Childe's presence.
My apologies lord, I never intended for this to go this way...]
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He cannot believe she is setting him up on a date with Luke. His own lover. Pure betrayal...]
And why is it that no one has bothered to ask Lord Tartaglia if he's okay with this?
[She's laughing at him! How dare she!
Luke fidgets, uncomfortable with the fact that Lumine has so brazenly used the name Tartaglia to address one of the Fatui Harbingers, as he's not allowed to dare speak that name, not in Childe's presence.
My apologies lord, I never intended for this to go this way...]