hydrangeabloom | (no subject)

I think if you see an opportunity, you will take it. Nothing more and nothing less.

[ But the Inspector seems appeased by that answer either way as he continues out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. The station he turns to (and yes, he still listens to radio stations) is on that is an eclectic mix of classical music and modern rock and pop.

A few minutes into their journey: ]

What kind of food would you like to eat?

[ It's been a while since Childe had that kind of choice, right? ]

[ if the music bothers childe he doesn't bother bringing it up. but, truth be told, he doesn't mind it. he doubts he'd mind anything because it's been so damn long since he got to hear any at all. he shuts his eyes and enjoys it, his mind painting pictures of whatever zhongli could possibly be getting them both into. ]

What? [ he cracks open an eye. ] ... [ childe sits up more properly and looks at zhongli like he's grown another head. it's weird to be treated like a person instead of an animal. ] I'll eat just about anything. I'm not picky. [ although there are a few things he'd rather not eat. ] What's your favorite food?

Not picky? I assume that works to your advantage if you have no preference, but it is a terrible waste to not appreciate the richness and variety of the cuisine around us.

[ He speaks from a position of privilege - both as an Inspector and as someone with a low Crime Coefficient. It seems some normal things are just outside of his ability to grasp.

He muses for a few moments before answering the next question: ]

Chinese. While I would not call it rare, there are very few restaurants owned and operated by Chinese immigrants. If indeed you have no preference, I would like to take you there.

I couldn't be all that picky. [ even before that though, childe had eaten whatever. his family had a lot of mouths to feed, so whatever they could afford is what he ate. and then when he went on the run, well, food was few and far between, so once again he didn't have much of a choice. ] I was given whatever they decided to serve that day. Slop or otherwise. Hah, ...not everybody has the opportunity to appreciate food. Sometimes surviving is all that matters.

[ he shakes his head. ] I don't have a preference. I wouldn't even know where to begin. [ besides some russian dishes, and he doubts any restaurant serving that is going to be in the good parts of town. ] Are we stopping for food first? [ he did get taken out of his cell before he had a chance to eat, so he is hungry. ]

Yes. We are. Think of it as a celebration of our potential partnership.

[ To which then Zhongli will busy himself watching the road and whatever thoughts are organizing themselves in his brain at the moment. Almost as an afterthought, he dumps the remaining bag of stationary at Childe's feet since he certainly has no need of winter-themed letters, and Childe is free to do as he pleases for the rest of the car ride to the restaurant. ]

[ silence follows the unceremonious dropping of the bag at childe's feet. he toes it and then looks to zhongli. ] What do you plan on doing with all of this? [ he's not going to throw it away, right? [ childe lifts the bag into his lap and starts leafing through it again, since he doesn't have much else to do besides stare at the window. ] Don't you have anybody you want to send a letter too? [ although he supposes letters are antiquated, and the only reason he's doing it is because he's not allowed to have a phone. ]

I have no one to send it to.

[ He says this without sadness or remorse. Without any emotion really. It is just a mere statement of fact that anyone he could send a letter to would be a co-worker or no longer alive.

As for the remaining stationery: ]

So I plan to do nothing with it. This stationery was not traded as part of our deal so either you must offer something for it, or in the event we become compatible partners, then what I have you may consider effectively yours.

...ah. [ childe considers prodding for a little bit more information, because he's curious, but he knows that it would probably be a wasted effort, since zhongli has no reason to tell him anything. ] I see. [ he muses to himself, gazing down at it. ] Seems like a waste... [ said more to himself than anything. he's not interested in trading anything for it, since he already has some, but maybe... should they become partners... ]

Where's this restaurant anyway?

Perhaps.

[ Is all that Zhongli replies as they continue driving in silence. Did he even hear the question? It seems like maybe not until Zhongli parks the car along the curbside. ]

It is right here.

[ Said as they end up on a busy street in the middle of the city. Busy enough that a valet comes over to take the keys from Zhongli's hand which he hands over without even a glance.

The building itself is old and rustic compared to the modern clean skyscrapers on either side. A modest four stories, it has a warm toned ceramic tile roof and walls alternating between wood and plaster. There are also two large guardian dragons, pearls clutched in opposite claws, standing guard at the entrance.

Zhongli moves to the trunk of his vehicle as he waits for Childe to exit the passenger side of the vehicle. ]