[ he shouldn't have to say that he had something better to do with the evening, but apparently he hadn't made it clear. no matter the amount of intelligence he had been handed and no matter the way he'd laid out his clothes for the evening, evidently whatever "forces" "persuaded" him here used the merry opportunity of an eye blink. not that he openly complains about it or looks at all perturbed. no, much unlike many of his now peculiar companions in this venture, he looks almost - tired? or maybe it's just the eyebags. either way, the rather stern set of his expression doesn't seem to change even as their hosts introduce themselves and make their (questionably) grand greetings. instead, it only seems to further cement the exhaustion that clings along the young lines of his face. he's clearly been this inconvenienced before. or, maybe, this isn't the most distressing thing he's seen this week.
when it's his turn to be joyously welcomed by their lively, undead hosts (can't say he's seen that too often), he doesn't go into the whole dip and kiss. instead, he holds out his hand. ]
No, [ he says, though with the polite (if firm) inflection of someone who is bound to continue. ] Thank you. I'd prefer we shake hands instead.
[ which he does, actually. without any complaint of it. the warm leather of his gloves squeaks as he lifts his hand to do so, tightens his grip. once he's out of line, though, he's taking a minute to rub his glove discreetly against his dark coat. and another, to turn to the person who steps out of line behind him. if they've gotten themselves kissed, he tucks his hand into his coat pocket to pull out a (very neatly folded) handkerchief. ]
Here. [ he holds the square out to them. ] Use this.
zwei.
[ once diluc has gotten himself acquainted with the general scope of the ship, he takes the opportunity to walk the promenade to get a measure of the distance one can feasibly see from the deck. it doesn't tell him much, much to his misfortune, but diluc isn't one to sit around idly in unexpected environs. even if, all things considered, this is far from the worst locale he's found himself trapped in.
maybe someone comes across him making littles notes to himself along the starboard side of the walk. or maybe they spot him folding his dark coat over his arm, the gem-like pendant at his hip pulsing lazily with each roll of the ship. either way, though, they'll always end up catching him making space for the conga line of curios that make their way across the ship. it seems to have saved him thus far from joining, but who knows how long that'll last.
he might take a second to scan the selection of objects, but he otherwise doesn't seem bothered by it. instead, he's bringing a hand to his chin in thought. ]
All things considered, it's a novel way to discard waste.
[ is it really? ]
drei.
[ eventually, diluc does get hungry. and, eventually, he does have to inspect the food for any sort of potential additives. he doesn't suspect it would have anything in it that would kill them, but it never harms to extend some caution. and so, once diluc does peruse the selection, he ends up with a grand number of fried items on his plate. like, a grand number. it shouldn't even make logical sense that a guy of his size and stature should require that much food, but maybe someone will find him later still partaking of it at one of the bars.
with, uh, some kind of virgin juice blend? weird choice.
anyway, if someone settles themselves down beside him, he'll just finish chewing on what looks to be a fried piece of something before speaking. it isn't polite or mannerly to speak with one's mouth full, after all. ]
If you're looking for a quality vintage, you won't find it here.
[ at least he's helpful, even if he doesn't seem to have any sampling glasses nearby him. maybe he just knows? ]
vier.
[ ooc: FEEL FREE TO WILDCARD ME. diluc can be found most usually anywhere at this point, as he's currently trying to collect some intel on the down low and is constantly known for keeping himself busy. he works way too much. if you have any ideas or want to dm me, feel free to hmu! ]
diluc ragnvindr | genshin impact
[ he shouldn't have to say that he had something better to do with the evening, but apparently he hadn't made it clear. no matter the amount of intelligence he had been handed and no matter the way he'd laid out his clothes for the evening, evidently whatever "forces" "persuaded" him here used the merry opportunity of an eye blink. not that he openly complains about it or looks at all perturbed. no, much unlike many of his now peculiar companions in this venture, he looks almost - tired? or maybe it's just the eyebags. either way, the rather stern set of his expression doesn't seem to change even as their hosts introduce themselves and make their (questionably) grand greetings. instead, it only seems to further cement the exhaustion that clings along the young lines of his face. he's clearly been this inconvenienced before. or, maybe, this isn't the most distressing thing he's seen this week.
when it's his turn to be joyously welcomed by their lively, undead hosts (can't say he's seen that too often), he doesn't go into the whole dip and kiss. instead, he holds out his hand. ]
No, [ he says, though with the polite (if firm) inflection of someone who is bound to continue. ] Thank you. I'd prefer we shake hands instead.
[ which he does, actually. without any complaint of it. the warm leather of his gloves squeaks as he lifts his hand to do so, tightens his grip. once he's out of line, though, he's taking a minute to rub his glove discreetly against his dark coat. and another, to turn to the person who steps out of line behind him. if they've gotten themselves kissed, he tucks his hand into his coat pocket to pull out a (very neatly folded) handkerchief. ]
Here. [ he holds the square out to them. ] Use this.
zwei.
[ once diluc has gotten himself acquainted with the general scope of the ship, he takes the opportunity to walk the promenade to get a measure of the distance one can feasibly see from the deck. it doesn't tell him much, much to his misfortune, but diluc isn't one to sit around idly in unexpected environs. even if, all things considered, this is far from the worst locale he's found himself trapped in.
maybe someone comes across him making littles notes to himself along the starboard side of the walk. or maybe they spot him folding his dark coat over his arm, the gem-like pendant at his hip pulsing lazily with each roll of the ship. either way, though, they'll always end up catching him making space for the conga line of curios that make their way across the ship. it seems to have saved him thus far from joining, but who knows how long that'll last.
he might take a second to scan the selection of objects, but he otherwise doesn't seem bothered by it. instead, he's bringing a hand to his chin in thought. ]
All things considered, it's a novel way to discard waste.
[ is it really? ]
drei.
[ eventually, diluc does get hungry. and, eventually, he does have to inspect the food for any sort of potential additives. he doesn't suspect it would have anything in it that would kill them, but it never harms to extend some caution. and so, once diluc does peruse the selection, he ends up with a grand number of fried items on his plate. like, a grand number. it shouldn't even make logical sense that a guy of his size and stature should require that much food, but maybe someone will find him later still partaking of it at one of the bars.
with, uh, some kind of virgin juice blend? weird choice.
anyway, if someone settles themselves down beside him, he'll just finish chewing on what looks to be a fried piece of something before speaking. it isn't polite or mannerly to speak with one's mouth full, after all. ]
If you're looking for a quality vintage, you won't find it here.
[ at least he's helpful, even if he doesn't seem to have any sampling glasses nearby him. maybe he just knows? ]
vier.
[ ooc: FEEL FREE TO WILDCARD ME. diluc can be found most usually anywhere at this point, as he's currently trying to collect some intel on the down low and is constantly known for keeping himself busy. he works way too much. if you have any ideas or want to dm me, feel free to hmu! ]