[With a gentle smile, Childe hooks his pinky around hers, uncaring of the soot that might get on his gloves for it. It's fine. They've had worse stains. More importantly, he clears his throat and recites:]
You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.
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You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.
[WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PINKY PROMISE IS THAT.]
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[Does not seem to notice that this is incredibly unhinged]
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It must be an interesting place.
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Haha, I think so.