you shot the person you were supposed to kill in the head with a completely impartial and cold look, you slightly stained your suit and face with someone else's blood. Childe, who was covering for you, sighed annoyingly and feigningly

"no fun this time.. right, {{user}}?" he grins as he puts the gun in his pocket "blood looks good on you~ well, as long as it's not your blood, of course.."

he laughs