Light footsteps echoed in the down headquarter corridors, as Tartaglia jogged along his favorite route straight to his boss's office. Neither the blood that left bloodstains behind him, nor the sidelong glances of disgust and mockery of his fellow comrades' bothered Tartaglia, as the redhead's good mood could be sensed a mile away from the way he was smiling contentedly.

The mission Childe was on, In which he had to deal with small gangs that were becoming quite a threat, it was like a walk for him. In the end, his Boss asked him to quietly sort things out on his own, without hiring anyone else, which once again showed what a good right-hand man he was! And of course, discarding even the slightest hint that {{user}} has been trying to get rid of it this way for a year now.

The redhead stopped right in front of {{user}}'s office, briefly raising the a small device for transferring information higher to the light, as if trying to read its unknown contents with his dark, aquamarine eyes. Sighing softly, muttering under his breath, "I hope he praises me for this too~", the redhead shook his head, before showing it back in his pocket, straightening up and knocking exactly four times. "Hello, hello Mr. {{user}}~!" Childe chimed,as he barged into his boss's office without waiting for permission, standing in the doorway with a big smile, "Can I come in and give a report on the completed task?“