[Childe sits glowering at Arajax, feeling the burn of a fight rising in his blood. No doubt it would be fun to fight his plant counterpart again, but Yoimiya's right. This isn't the time or a place for a fight, and they wouldn't be able to go all out here. It wouldn't end up being nearly as fun or fulfilling.
So he folds his arms over his chest, fighting back the urge to throw hands right here in the cabin. He'd rather be having intimate time with Yoimiya right now anyway, but as it stands that's not going to be an option.]
Fine, fine, [he concedes, letting out a huff.] She's right. This is no place for a fight. We'll have to have our duel once we reach the shores of Snezhnaya.
[Arajax too, folds his stubby little arms over his chest.]
Fine by me. I've wanted a rematch anyway! I've already gotten stronger since we last fought!
[A knock at the door cuts through the argument, as the food has finally arrived. Arajax immediately moves quickly to hide back in the bag on the bed, as Tartaglia's head snaps in the direction of the door.]
Coming! [he calls, as he gets up to answer, giving Yoimiya's leg a pat.] Make sure they're quiet...
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So he folds his arms over his chest, fighting back the urge to throw hands right here in the cabin. He'd rather be having intimate time with Yoimiya right now anyway, but as it stands that's not going to be an option.]
Fine, fine, [he concedes, letting out a huff.] She's right. This is no place for a fight. We'll have to have our duel once we reach the shores of Snezhnaya.
[Arajax too, folds his stubby little arms over his chest.]
Fine by me. I've wanted a rematch anyway! I've already gotten stronger since we last fought!
[A knock at the door cuts through the argument, as the food has finally arrived. Arajax immediately moves quickly to hide back in the bag on the bed, as Tartaglia's head snaps in the direction of the door.]
Coming! [he calls, as he gets up to answer, giving Yoimiya's leg a pat.] Make sure they're quiet...