[RNG set this as post-fight and Childe is tragically still alive... he can be found with bruises, a head bonk, and his arm secured in his red scarf as a makeshift sling, but he seems to be in good spirits despite all of this. He can be found tidying up the infirmary, at least as best he can with one good arm.]
I wonder how long we'll have to wait for a proper laundry room...
Haha, I'm not that desperate! I'll just wash my clothes in the bathroom. I was thinking about the sheets on these beds, actually--they'll be no good if they get soaked in blood.
[They are luckily fairly clean right now but he is thinking ahead]
My coworkers used to drink a lot and I had to clean up after them as the designated sober one~
[ So, he really doesn't mind. Seodore is truly annoying to the core, but at least he can do household chores and cook, which is more than he can say for most people here. ]
[GIVES YOU A LITTLE BLUEBERRY... do you want shy nervous baby or do you want basically-just-mini-Childe baby!! Is up to you... Either way, for now he's just watching curiously from afar to see what this guy does.]
The establishment appears to be a nice, modern looking restaurant from the outside, but when you're inside, it sends you to a randomized section of a special kind of hell. Sometimes, there's even traffic going through the middle of your kitchen though fortunately getting run over just knocks you out for about 30 seconds...though that's still plenty enough time for your food to catch fire! In cooking conditions like these, one slip could mean death—but with good enough survival skills, you'll be rewarded with fresh ingredients to cook anything you'd like. Still, the high-pressure environment might also lead to high-pressure blood, so might not be a good idea to stay overlong. Sorry if cooking is anyone's destressing activity because it's not anymore. That rice you need? It's on the other drifting platform and slowly inching towards the trash chute. If you die in this kitchen, the ingredients and/or food you cooked do not come with you to Baggage Claim, so good luck.
If you get really lucky, you might get a relatively normal if not outright luxurious, high-end kitchen, where you don't have to fight the ingredients to keep them from escaping from you. However, you'll still have your work cut out for you—for some reason, every time you come in here, the sink is full of ALL the dishes which are ALL dirty. On top of that, as soon as you get to cooking, you sense an impending urgency within, as if you're working on some invisible timer. Better move fast! Maybe you should bring a friend to make sure you get these dishes out in time? Surely some friendly cooperation will ease the tension in here a bit...
Seo stares at this crazy ass level and is definitely taken aback before sighing. ]
How did... Never mind. They're not even slowing down despite this being a local road? Hideous, really. They should all lose their privileges to drive any vehicle.
[ Anyway! ]
Should we get started? I actually look forward to seeing one of your special recipes.
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week 0, monday
I wonder how long we'll have to wait for a proper laundry room...
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[ He is so helpful. Seodore was already here, but damn, boy. ]
What happened to you?
[ weekly bosses fight each other i guess ]
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[They are luckily fairly clean right now but he is thinking ahead]
Hm? Oh, this? Just a friendly spar.
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[ Okay, Childe. ]
Why don't you sit down and let me handle the cleaning, huh? Feels bad watching an injured people do things like this.
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Are you sure? You don't have to clean up our mess.
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It's not much, so it'll be fine! It's better than picking up after a drunkard's mess, that's for sure~
[ So he goes over to pick things up. Time to clean... ]
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Haha, that's specific! Is that something you've had to deal with a lot?
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[ So, he really doesn't mind. Seodore is truly annoying to the core, but at least he can do household chores and cook, which is more than he can say for most people here. ]
Sometimes I had to drag them to their beds.
w2 tuesday
For such a scrawny-looking person, he looks like he's about to snap the tennis net support in half. ]
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I say that, but it looks like this guy is unsuccessful at bending the tennis net support and sighs. ]
Where's Ru... I can't find him anywhere...
[ He turns around to leave, but then he catches Childe in his sights... and waves a little at him. ]
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He wanders up with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head slightly.]
Who's Ru?
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Oh! He's my husband!
[ He looks sooooo happy when he says that. There's even a little red on his cheeks! He's so much in love. It's actually kinda gross. ]
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[Immediately seems to lose interest] `
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Hey, what's wrong? Did you want to play? Are you looking for someone too?
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Nothing. [Looks around] What are you playing?
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[ He almost sulks. ]
Let's go play something, then!
[ seodore, who has no concept of stranger danger when he's like this ]
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w5 monday
... So much for a normal kitchen...
[ The game is so cursed, he thinks. ]
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Watches a car zoom past.
Actually--]
Why.
[JUST SAYS IT.]
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[ Anyway! ]
Should we get started? I actually look forward to seeing one of your special recipes.
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[HELP MEEEE
Shakes it off.]
Sure, sure. How do you feel about soup?
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[ Seo tries to gather some ingredients on this side before having to cross the street first. ]
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[And Childe has ONE MILLION SIBLINGS so that's important...]
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[ Seo looks at Childe like ]
How many kids do you have?
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Oh--no, I just come from a big family, that's all! My parents made soup for me and my siblings all the time.
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