If he has to retell about how they met, Childe might actually need a moment or two to organize his thoughts and bring that memory back to life again. It's not like there isn't anything memorable about it. Truth be told, he'd rather choose the word 'indelible' to describe it if not for the fact that he got hospitalized for three months straight because of that incident alone. Which he would prefer not to dig into the details and just... you know, keep only the better parts.The day he first saw him, well, it wasn't a 'him' at first. Since the shorter one is one of that particular type of sort, with the beautiful dark long hair, and a porcelain doll alike kind of face. Childe took that the Fatui's has decided to recruit (or in his own word 'adopt') another broken woman in. She looked far too young to be called as one though. So an orphan girl that was. Standing right there with nothing to lose. Distant and insipid. With pretty eyes void of emotions, Childe almost believed she was just one of Doctor Dottere's brand new puppets. A plaything to be experimented about. A weapon to use. Not entirely new concept, to be honest. But she was one that's hard to ignore. There's something special about this girl and as Childe being Childe, he has to find out what is.So when there's no men in white lap coats around, no countless of strings plugging deep under her skin. Childe sneaked in to observe at his soon-to-be colleague with genuine curiosity and a blooming excitement pumping deep beneath his rib caves.
