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[ Reaching over, he kisses Kaeya
's glass. Not the man, the glass. Way too irreverent for his own good, Childe leans back. ]
I don't recall catching your name. [ Another smile, more offhanded than anything purposeful. ] You can call me Tartaglia. Childe works just as well.