[Yoimiya's confidence in Tonia makes the little girl blush, putting her finger to her lips as she looks at the board. Where would her silly brother be hiding all his ships, she wonders. Teucer is still really bad at games and gets ahead of himself due to all that pent up energy he's got, but Tonia doesn't want to mess up Yoimiya's chances of losing, either, so she's being careful. Tartaglia watches from across the table, wondering how his little sister will deal with the situation now that she's been put in the hot seat with intrigue.]
C'mon Tonia! Just pick a spot!
[Teucer, being impatient, whines from behind his board. But their game won't last much longer, because a new voice pops up from the doorway as their mother enters the room.]
Be nice to your sister, Teucer. It's just a game, let her take her time.
Mother.
[She glides into the room, and Childe stands quickly to greet her, giving his mother a small kiss on the cheek before he turns back to his warring siblings.]
Hey you three, Yoimiya and I are going to go in the kitchen with Mother for a little bit, so you guys behave and finish up this game, okay? You can play another if you'd like, but after that, get ready to wash up so you can come help us with dinner.
Okay!
[They all chirp in unison, with the oldest son present giving them a look of satisfaction. He offers a hand to Yoimiya to help her up from the couch, before looking at the two women and nodding.]
Come, so I can do a proper introduction. It's a little too noisy in here, after all. Let's go somewhere more quiet.
[Tartaglia will lead the ladies away as quick as he can so the kids can play their game, which they're fully into now as they try to sink each other's ships. Once they're in the kitchen and away from the kids, Childe is able to breathe a little easier for the moment.]
Alright, shall we? Yoimiya, this is my mother. She's been very excited to meet you.
It's true, I've been waiting ever since he told us about you. He never stops talking about you, [she offers, with a big smile on her face,] so I couldn't help b-
Mother, please, [Tartaglia begs, his face flushing a hue of red.]
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[Yoimiya's confidence in Tonia makes the little girl blush, putting her finger to her lips as she looks at the board. Where would her silly brother be hiding all his ships, she wonders. Teucer is still really bad at games and gets ahead of himself due to all that pent up energy he's got, but Tonia doesn't want to mess up Yoimiya's chances of losing, either, so she's being careful. Tartaglia watches from across the table, wondering how his little sister will deal with the situation now that she's been put in the hot seat with intrigue.]
C'mon Tonia! Just pick a spot!
[Teucer, being impatient, whines from behind his board. But their game won't last much longer, because a new voice pops up from the doorway as their mother enters the room.]
Be nice to your sister, Teucer. It's just a game, let her take her time.
Mother.
[She glides into the room, and Childe stands quickly to greet her, giving his mother a small kiss on the cheek before he turns back to his warring siblings.]
Hey you three, Yoimiya and I are going to go in the kitchen with Mother for a little bit, so you guys behave and finish up this game, okay? You can play another if you'd like, but after that, get ready to wash up so you can come help us with dinner.
Okay!
[They all chirp in unison, with the oldest son present giving them a look of satisfaction. He offers a hand to Yoimiya to help her up from the couch, before looking at the two women and nodding.]
Come, so I can do a proper introduction. It's a little too noisy in here, after all. Let's go somewhere more quiet.
[Tartaglia will lead the ladies away as quick as he can so the kids can play their game, which they're fully into now as they try to sink each other's ships. Once they're in the kitchen and away from the kids, Childe is able to breathe a little easier for the moment.]
Alright, shall we? Yoimiya, this is my mother. She's been very excited to meet you.
It's true, I've been waiting ever since he told us about you. He never stops talking about you, [she offers, with a big smile on her face,] so I couldn't help b-
Mother, please, [Tartaglia begs, his face flushing a hue of red.]