[ Gin wakes up slowly, rubbing his head and trying to curl back under the blankets at the sound of someone shuffling around. When Childe speaks, he sits up, slowly blinking with a truely impressive bedhead of ruffled brown hair. The gaze that meets Childe is sleepy and without any recognition. Gin stares for as second before he looks down and realizes the majority of his costume, mask, hooded cape and gloves are lying on a small table beside him. ]
...! [ Silently, the kid dashes for the clothes, shoving them on with an urgency that total ignores Childe's evaluative expression. It's only after his face is covered and the gloves are in place that he turns to address Childe. ]
Of course not, woof! Raaah, did you kidnap me, scarfy!? I won't forgive you, meow!
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[ Gin wakes up slowly, rubbing his head and trying to curl back under the blankets at the sound of someone shuffling around. When Childe speaks, he sits up, slowly blinking with a truely impressive bedhead of ruffled brown hair. The gaze that meets Childe is sleepy and without any recognition. Gin stares for as second before he looks down and realizes the majority of his costume, mask, hooded cape and gloves are lying on a small table beside him. ]
...! [ Silently, the kid dashes for the clothes, shoving them on with an urgency that total ignores Childe's evaluative expression. It's only after his face is covered and the gloves are in place that he turns to address Childe. ]
Of course not, woof! Raaah, did you kidnap me, scarfy!? I won't forgive you, meow!