[Yoimiya's breath on his ear, whispering promises of debauchery earns a quiet, satisfied hum out of him, soft enough that only she can hear. Now he'll definitely have to win, sorry Cloud, but he needs to know what Yoimiya has in store for him later in the night when they leave and they have the rest of the night to themselves. Lining up along where he's planted his sword, Childe readies himself as he waits for them to countdown, both of their voices ringing in his ears as every muscle coils in preparation. Yoimiya is on his back, she's tight and secure, and he's ready to go...
And right on cue, he takes off alongside of Cloud, his strides long as he takes advantage of his tall height, running as fast as he can without the use of any of his powers. Grass flies up from behind the two men as they round the first corner, doing his best to try to monopolize the inside of the "track" as they race. Tartaglia looks over, the shit-eating grin on his face apparent, because what's a competition...without some shit talking.]
Heeeeeey, Cloud! You're looking a bit sluggish...surely that's not all you've got?
[The laugh he lets out is maniacal and dark, like he were fighting something that he expected better out of, but isn't meeting his standards.]
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And right on cue, he takes off alongside of Cloud, his strides long as he takes advantage of his tall height, running as fast as he can without the use of any of his powers. Grass flies up from behind the two men as they round the first corner, doing his best to try to monopolize the inside of the "track" as they race. Tartaglia looks over, the shit-eating grin on his face apparent, because what's a competition...without some shit talking.]
Heeeeeey, Cloud! You're looking a bit sluggish...surely that's not all you've got?
[The laugh he lets out is maniacal and dark, like he were fighting something that he expected better out of, but isn't meeting his standards.]
Yoimiya, don't you agree?