The fate of, once he gets close enough, Childe very gently reaching out to touch his cheek with bare hands, if he's permitted to do so. If not, he'll just stop close by--either way, he's just trying to get a better look at the state of the healing, and avoids touching anything that looks like it could still be painful.
It's only for a moment, before he sighs, stepping back to unwind the scarf from around his neck.]
That will take a while yet. I hope you didn't plan on spending the night somewhere more exciting.
[he may touch - molly doesn't even really flinch. his nose is clearly still broken, though maybe less badly than it was earlier, and there's bruising under his eyes from the impact of it. Apart from that, the only real damage is the hole that was in his chest - his shirt is open enough that it's obvious there too. It's healed over, but only just. he seems to struggle for the right amount of air, as if he's got. y'know. a fucked up lung. it's fine?]
No, no, nothing exciting. I was going to stay here, sick as I am of this fucking room.
[When he's done undoing his scarf, he'll step forward again, draping it around Molly's neck. It's not really wide enough to double as a shawl, but despite how thin the material is, it's incredibly soft and surprisingly warm. Fucking rich people. This is especially stupid because Childe technically doesn't even wear it around his neck but whatever Molly is cold so LET ME HAVE THIS FOR A LITTLE BIT.]
I'd offer to break you out for a while, but I have a feeling that might just get you stuck in here longer in the end.
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Gets up and starts menacingly pushing his sleeves up as he walks towards him like that's exactly what he's gonna do]
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-- What are you doing?
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The fate of, once he gets close enough, Childe very gently reaching out to touch his cheek with bare hands, if he's permitted to do so. If not, he'll just stop close by--either way, he's just trying to get a better look at the state of the healing, and avoids touching anything that looks like it could still be painful.
It's only for a moment, before he sighs, stepping back to unwind the scarf from around his neck.]
That will take a while yet. I hope you didn't plan on spending the night somewhere more exciting.
[No curfew hot tub parties for Molly...]
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No, no, nothing exciting. I was going to stay here, sick as I am of this fucking room.
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[When he's done undoing his scarf, he'll step forward again, draping it around Molly's neck. It's not really wide enough to double as a shawl, but despite how thin the material is, it's incredibly soft and surprisingly warm. Fucking rich people. This is especially stupid because Childe technically doesn't even wear it around his neck but whatever Molly is cold so LET ME HAVE THIS FOR A LITTLE BIT.]
I'd offer to break you out for a while, but I have a feeling that might just get you stuck in here longer in the end.
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THAT'S SWEET, CHILDE.
Molly just laughs, a bit wheezy and harsh, but he doesn't seem to be too bothered.]
The offer alone is enough to power me through.
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Sit down, then. I'll grab you some tea.
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Really am getting spoiled here.
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[WITH A GOLDEN GOLF CLUB OR WHATEVER?? Though Childe doesn't know what golf is.]
How do you take it?
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[Just touching the fancy soft scarf? Rich people things . . . ]
Little bit of sugar, darling.
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[RICH PEOPLE THINGS.
But off he goes--and he'll come back a little later with a cup of tea and a little sugar.]
Are your hands steady? [Molly doesn't need hot liquid burns on top of everything else.]