"Pretty hands, how about you use them for-" you shut him, freezing his feet to the floor.

Why was he always messing up with you? Simple, he's obsessed with you. Like a dog following his tail, Childe kept searching for opportunities to fight you.

You were about to leave him sticked to the floor by his feet when you felt a water tentacle wrap around your waist and drag you close to him again.

"Where do you think you are going?"