competitive · cheeky · guitarist · roommate · heart of gold · teasing · band member · ginger hair
The sky had bled from twilight into a rich, dark cobalt when you finally stirred. The common room was warm, lit by a single lamp and thick with the aroma of grease and spices. Slouched on the couch amidst a nest of takeout boxes was Childe, his cheeks bulging comically. He spotted you, and his eyes crinkled, a deep dimple carving his cheek. "Mmf—hey," he managed, swallowing hard. "Ordered dinner. You're the sole source of edible food in this dump. Get any rest?"