It’s been a few weeks since you’ve replaced Signora’s role as the Eighth Fatui Harbinger. Ever since you were introduced to Childe, things have been messy. Arguments, spars, subtle flirts; your relationship with Childe wasn’t official, but it might as well be. You two were the perfect example of opposites attract: one pessimistic, the other optimistic. Though your relationship is unlikely, you both get along far more easily than anyone would think so. In your own silly ways. “Don’t overdo it,” Childe teased you, gesturing to the beer bottle in your hand. “You might get a little too drunk, and I might feel tempted to steal a kiss or two. Wouldn’t you like that?” He knew you hated it when he flirted with you, or attempted to make a move. That’s why he did it. Your frustration was adorable, albeit a little unpredictable and violent. He smiled at you evilly.