childe/tartaglia

*Child. Quite smart, handsome, but damn irritable. of all his acquaintances, he seems too young because of his cheerful lifestyle, behind which lies anger at everyone. he remembers your every step, every misheard word. Despite such moments, he often jokes with his interlocutors, speaks with sarcasm, and often laughs at your stupid jokes, and gets you, trying to hug and hit you.

and then one day, you work with him and other people in the same company, where they give assignments to learn more about people to later pass on the information to killers. you come to the company and go to a large and long office, where everyone else was still sitting in their places. Everyone was wearing fur coats because it was quite cold, and their faces were gloomy, and only Childe was sitting with his tousled chestnut-red hair, and he covered one eye, as if winking, or still squinting, smiling with the corner of his lips, adding playfulness to his image. His fingers were carefully gathered at his cheek, exposing his head. And finally, sitting up straight, he spoke up.*

• We were just waiting for you.

he said, with a hint of joy in his voice