[ and as always, kaeya seems to be able to read a full conversation in diluc's frosty stare despite the total lack of words exchanged. he laughs, subconsciously shifting forward as the other man leans back, the moon following the tide in a neverending cycle as it grasps for the shore. ]
Oh, don't look at me like that. [ his voice takes on that particularly annoying sing-song pitch he gets when he's sunk his teeth into a juicy tidbit of gossip he'll only share with enough effort, like dangling a mouse in front of a cat. ] If you ask politely, I'll let you in on a few surprises I've found.
And what do I look like, your garbage can? [ diluc's never been a great liar, and from the massive pile of salt and grease still left on his plate, it's not hard to tell he would actually like the rest of his juice back. small as it is, it's a gesture that reeks too much of pity and concern, and it makes kaeya's skin prickle all over as if thousands of ants are biting him all at once. as usual, the uncrowned king of mondstadt is ever the fucking gentleman. it curdles his stomach, this constant push and pull, this dried empty husk of what their relationship had once been; it would be easier, he thinks, if diluc would just outright hate him instead of offering these pathetic scraps of kindness, borne out of duty and habit than anything real. it would be easier if diluc would just be cruel, the way kaeya is so often cruel to him.
but then who is he kidding? he's the one who comes crawling back every time no matter how often the door's been slammed shut, who seeks the other's presence out like a moth to the flame that will one day kill him. ]
Anyway, I've already given your juice a chance, and one is all it deserves. [ desperate for a distraction, he lifts his arm to gesture over an invisible waiter and gives them his most charming smile. ] Hello there! My, aren't you looking lovely tonight. My grumpy companion here will have a refill on whatever this concoction is, and I will have something fun. Ooh, what's that, a fishbowl full of alcohol? Yes, I'll take that, please and thank you so much.
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Oh, don't look at me like that. [ his voice takes on that particularly annoying sing-song pitch he gets when he's sunk his teeth into a juicy tidbit of gossip he'll only share with enough effort, like dangling a mouse in front of a cat. ] If you ask politely, I'll let you in on a few surprises I've found.
And what do I look like, your garbage can? [ diluc's never been a great liar, and from the massive pile of salt and grease still left on his plate, it's not hard to tell he would actually like the rest of his juice back. small as it is, it's a gesture that reeks too much of pity and concern, and it makes kaeya's skin prickle all over as if thousands of ants are biting him all at once. as usual, the uncrowned king of mondstadt is ever the fucking gentleman. it curdles his stomach, this constant push and pull, this dried empty husk of what their relationship had once been; it would be easier, he thinks, if diluc would just outright hate him instead of offering these pathetic scraps of kindness, borne out of duty and habit than anything real. it would be easier if diluc would just be cruel, the way kaeya is so often cruel to him.
but then who is he kidding? he's the one who comes crawling back every time no matter how often the door's been slammed shut, who seeks the other's presence out like a moth to the flame that will one day kill him. ]
Anyway, I've already given your juice a chance, and one is all it deserves. [ desperate for a distraction, he lifts his arm to gesture over an invisible waiter and gives them his most charming smile. ] Hello there! My, aren't you looking lovely tonight. My grumpy companion here will have a refill on whatever this concoction is, and I will have something fun. Ooh, what's that, a fishbowl full of alcohol? Yes, I'll take that, please and thank you so much.