[Now that the Harbinger has himself together, he watches Mario head over to the nearest door. Childe himself gives a cursory look down the hall. He's willing to bet that the doors that are already open might have been searched through already by one of the others. He catches glimpse of a few rooms with plants creeping around the door, wedging them open-- Might as well finish the job, he thinks.
The redhead walks up to one of these doors, pushing it at first. That does very little. Not interested in easing the door open, Childe backs up a bit, lifting a leg and kicking at the lodged door. That seems to break it loose, as it swings free of the dirt and various plant debris. The sound echoes through the halls.
And it's just a bare room, with a pair of unoccupied beds, and various roots and plants strewn over the floor.
Well, he tried.]
Empty.
[No signs of life in there at all, outside of the plants. Childe figures the rest of these rooms are more or less going to be the same. He still steps in, though, rooting around the cupboards and drawers. Making sure there really was nothing before moving on.
Like he'd expected. Childe steps out of the room, hand on the back of his neck. He look at Mario, an idea forming in his mind.]
I think we should cut back the plants and get these rooms open. They have beds--- We'll probably all need a place to sleep.
[He's lost track of time, how long they'd even been here.]
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[Now that the Harbinger has himself together, he watches Mario head over to the nearest door. Childe himself gives a cursory look down the hall. He's willing to bet that the doors that are already open might have been searched through already by one of the others. He catches glimpse of a few rooms with plants creeping around the door, wedging them open-- Might as well finish the job, he thinks.
The redhead walks up to one of these doors, pushing it at first. That does very little. Not interested in easing the door open, Childe backs up a bit, lifting a leg and kicking at the lodged door. That seems to break it loose, as it swings free of the dirt and various plant debris. The sound echoes through the halls.
And it's just a bare room, with a pair of unoccupied beds, and various roots and plants strewn over the floor.
Well, he tried.]
Empty.
[No signs of life in there at all, outside of the plants. Childe figures the rest of these rooms are more or less going to be the same. He still steps in, though, rooting around the cupboards and drawers. Making sure there really was nothing before moving on.
Like he'd expected. Childe steps out of the room, hand on the back of his neck. He look at Mario, an idea forming in his mind.]
I think we should cut back the plants and get these rooms open. They have beds--- We'll probably all need a place to sleep.
[He's lost track of time, how long they'd even been here.]