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Caeli; I'm on my way.

[ as soon as the elevator doors open he hurries out, swallowing scaramouche up into his arms and his coat. ] Come here, Ptichka.

[ he’s shivering, letting out a soft noise when Childe picks him up, clearly relieved. He’s basically clinging to him ]

Don’t you dare leave.

I’m not going anywhere. I thought something else might have happened to you. I was… really worried… [ he tightens his grip on Scaramouche. ] but I’ll stay with you until this passes, alright? [ moves a hand to the back of his head, coaxing him to rest it against his chest. ]

[ he does rest against his chest, just letting him take care of him ]

It was so annoying. My arm got eaten and I kept seeing myself and others die.

But... but that's not happening anymore, right? [ and he's moving his hand toward scara's arm to make sure it's come back. he breathes out a sigh of relief, trying to quell his rising anger that any of this happened at all. the bomb game hadn't even been this bad, but perhaps that's because they hadn't set the fucken thing off. he squeezes scara that much tighter. ] My place or yours?

No. It’s only an annoying afterthought now.

[ he leans against him, feeling better already ]

Yours. It always feels warmer.

I know this might seem counterintuitive, but we can go to the winter cabin. It might be kind of a shit trip to get there, but I promise to keep you warm once we're there.

I trust you. But you should turn me into an animal so I can hide inside your clothes.

Can do. [ turns him into a cat. ] Now climb inside and I'll bring us there.

[ he rubs himself against him as he moves inside, purring right after ]

You make such a cute little kitten, Pticka. Maybe I should have called you Kotik.

[ well he’ll keep purring, absolutely loving the attention and compliments ]

[ slips a hand into his jacket to start petting scaramouche. ] I thought I lose you, Pticka. [ heading back to wild city and then to his room, so he can head into the hatch and start trekking through the snow. ]

[ there’s a weak meow at the words, and he seems to just try to get as close as possible, partly for the warmth, and partly to comfort him ]

[ as soon as he reaches the cabin he heads over to the couch, taking a seat and moving scara!meow into his lap. ] Do you want me to change you back, or would you like to stay a kitten a little bit longer, Kotik?

[ he’s purring again and rubbing his head against him, so he probably enjoys this ]

Just a little longer then. [ he keeps petting him, so he doesn't have to worry about getting cold, but he'll start singing a snezhnayan lullaby under his breath... something he barely even seems to register he's doing at first. ]

[ He’ll bring a paw to his face, and then lick his nose ]

[ /// ]

[ changes him back, so he can give him a kiss. ]

[ cute. He’ll wrap his arms around him and kiss him back ]

I’m glad you weren’t in the game.

...if I had been there, then maybe I could have helped. [ thumbs over scaramouche's lips. ]

Or maybe we would have been against each other and I would have had to kill you.

...

Ah, true. [ childe shifts, moving his tails out from under himself, so he can drape them over scaramouche. ] I still hate that you had to go through all of that. You were on some... sinking boat? [ gives him another gentle kiss. ] I guess I'm just going to have to spoil my little Kotik, make sure to help him forget all about that stupid game.

Yes. I'll need plenty of attention and even more kisses to wipe those bad thoughts away. It's a sacrifice, but I'm sure you can manage.

It's a real sacrifice... but [ he cups his chin and gives him a kiss. ] you're absolutely worth it. Just tell me what you'd like, when you'd like it, and how much of it you'd like, and I'll do my best to accommodate you.

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