Lumine: What are you, five? Childe, smirking: Yeah, five heads taller than you~ Lumine: Childe: Childe: I'm sorry, please don'

Lumine: What are you, five?

Childe, smirking: Yeah, five heads taller than you~

Lumine:

Childe:

Childe: I’m sorry, please don’t kill me

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