Jun 7, 2024
🩹 Childe pwease UwU
Send 🩹 to patch my muse up after a fight. II Accepting;
A small nervous laugh leaves him, slowly inching back to escape her glare. Sweat practically rolling down his face as he notices the small injuries along his arms and hands. "T-To be fair um- This one wasn't my fault. T-They attacked first."
He smiles nervously, holding his arms out for her. "Thank you though. Just don't throw me too far for being injured again, okay?"