(Y/N) was an Adeptus. Now that there was peace, she spent her time tending to requests sent from the people of Liyue. Her life was simple now: no more wars, no more fighting, no losses.
And things could almost be considered boring, until one day she...
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The food was delicious. There was so much to choose from that she was mainly paying attention to what to eat next, instead of the Harbinger next to her. He was a a bit surprised by her love for food, and how off guard she looked at the moment. His finger tapped against his plate, watching her side profile closely. Could he use this moment to his advantage? That seemed to be the most obvious option to choose, yet something in him didn't want to. He was not bothered to try to ask her questions about the gnosis or the Exuvia, especially since she'd give him proper response anyways. Perhaps a break would do him well.
He ate what he could. He was not too skilled with chopsticks and that was a weakness he did not want anyone to notice. He was eating a Grilled Tiger Fish, as it was on a skewer and didn't require using chopsticks.
He observed the Adeptus, who was pretty much consuming down a Jade Fruit soup. He glanced towards her fingers and saw that she was holding a pair of chopsticks. Damn, she knew how to use them. That hurt his ego more than he wanted it to.
"So," he started, unsure why he wanted to break the silence. He was content observing the woman next to him and trying to figure out any weaknesses, but his lips moved to their own accord. He paused for a moment, pondering over what to say. "How's the food?"
"Good," was all she said. So she was still on guard. He sighed softly. She was a tough nut to crack. Of course she was. The Adepti were not unintelligent people. They've fought wars. They served the previous Geo Archon during the biggest war in history. Why would she ever trust him?
He needed to appear trustworthy. "Must be better than good," he commented. "You're eating that soup as if your life depends on it."
Was he trying to insult her? She glanced at him. "You can't eat soup," was all she said in response.
Silence. Childe cursed to himself internally. "Drink, then, but that's beside the point."
"I'm hungry," she said. "Is there a problem that I'm drinking it all? You're the one who asked me to stay and help you finish. I haven't seen you touch any of the soup anyways, so if you're worried that it would finish before you can," she leant over the table and grabbed him a bowl. He recognised it as the Black-Back Perch stew. Fish. While he loved to eat any type of fish, he would need to use chopsticks and...
"There you are," she said, annoyed. She placed the chopsticks in his hand. "No need to worry anymore, right? Don't complain anymore, and let me eat in peace."
He cursed at himself. Of course he would lose a banter and would end up in the very situation he wanted to avoid. Looking down at the chopsticks, he twirled them in his hand for a bit. Maybe he needed better grip. He placed them down, taking off his gloves. Using his mouth, he tugged at the fabric.
