Apr 20
@boreaswind from x
" I do in fact come here often for a nice tall drink... Which given things. " He looks his other self up && down.. " Well. What can I say? I think I found the tallest glass here. "
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@boreaswind from x
" I do in fact come here often for a nice tall drink... Which given things. " He looks his other self up && down.. " Well. What can I say? I think I found the tallest glass here. "
@boreaswind continued from x
A sigh leaves his lips at the grandmaster apparently finding great joy in the fact he was ANNOYING his fellow knight. Tch. A breath is taken in, the pain in his side ignored as he decides to walk away. Pain didn't bother him – While he was in combat. Out of combat it was a rather annoying side effect of being mortal.
❝ No, there isn't anything wrong with that, SIR. It's just unfortunate you've caught me at a time where I'm rather indisposed. Perhaps we can… Meet for dinner later? Would that satiate your need to be so sociable? ❞
@boreaswind continued from x Eyes go from the ❛ suggestion ❜ to the grandmaster, before going back to the elephant in the room. What was going on, an onlooker might ask? Well. It was very simple. Varka, in all of his brilliance had decided to try his hand at mixology. Apparently it was a skill he had honed during his time in Nod-krai… So thus brought the two to where they are at the moment: Diluc being asked to sample one of his mixes.
❝ You know I don't drink. ❞
Now. Diluc supposed that WAS a lie – He did drink, but it wasn't like most of the people born && raised in Mondstadt. He didn't enjoy the taste of liquor && most of the specialties here were known for their kick && hardness. In private? He'd custom tailor his own drinks to be a lot less inebriating && also not have that dreadful aftertaste tannin brought to the flavor profile.
…However he couldn't ignore the fact that in front of him was clearly what looked to be something more in line with what he made himself. It was presented in a cocktail glass, the color suggesting a fruity palette. He was certain if he was to get close enough to it he could probably ascertain the ingredients from a sniff, but he wasn't going to give the grandmaster free hope that he would indulge what he was setting forth. After all… There shouldn't be anyone that knows his little secret.
…Except Kaeya && if Kaeya had told him… Well…
Shit.
"you could start by coming closer."
@boreaswind
Oh, he hears this statement… But it truly feels ill advised to approach his significant other at the moment. The tone… His posture… That devious smirk on his features… It spoke of many things. All of those things suggested, that perhaps, tonight, was a good night to go out on patrol instead.
Or perhaps fishing? Oh fishing sounded like a wonderful way to pass the time, not thinking about how Varka might be wanting him.
❝ I think.. In light of things, I will pass, Varka. ❞
Flins does then turn himself around, making way to the door to hopefully leave this room && not have to worry about the fact that Varka was a man on a mission.
Certainly he wouldn't be dragging any new strays home...
" Go away. "
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them? He assumes people at a glance assume him unapproachable, grumpy, and uninviting. And quite frankly? If they want to assume that, be his guest, it's not going to bother him.
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them? Depends. He's good at reading people. If he senses a person has ill intention behind trying to get closer to him, he'll block them out completely. For the average person Blade will allow near and get to know him... It will take some time and maybe a bit of prying, but he doesn't really feel he has much to hide. If a person truly wishes to know, he'll speak it -- If he feels they can take it.
"you don't need to say anything. just sit with me."
@boreaswind
He had been about to say something more, but he chose to just stick to keeping his mouth closed. So thus he follows the other's suggestion, he moving to sit next to him, a hand reaching up to gently tug at his shirt collar. He felt… Strangely awkward, despite how easygoing the other blond was. Was he sensing something? He wasn't sure what…
Had Gepard missed some kind of social cue or something? Ah… But he should say something right?
❝ Did you… Have something in mind? ❞
Smooth.