@dupliciti: “ what about us? “ ( meme source. )
what about us? a pause as he recalls: your sampo. there seems to be an intimacy growing between them- that us makes Kaeya's eye affix on his face, head tilting to the side- considering his words as always before he speaks.
' i used to think that we were just employer and employee, you know. but... you don't do things a normal employee would do, do you? we never clarified a lot of things- like traveling together, cuddling, sleeping in the same bed or teacup... we just seemed to fall into step with eachother and agree that those were very pleasurable things to do together. as in for me- i can say that the closeness makes me feel... nice. warm. '
' you don't seem to mind that either- the money-smile that you have... you're using it less and less. i've made you laugh from the bottom of your stomach a lot of times, i'm aware of that. you can fake a laugh- but you can't fake a laughter. i'd say that we are rather fond of eachother- i can say for sure that i am. you're funny, agreeable- and you make me laugh. or, better... you seem determined to make me laugh. it's... peculiar. you don't have to do many things- i don't pay you for most of those, but you do regardless. it's... i don't know how to describe it, but it does make me feel things. hmm... '
while he was talking and pretending to ponder, as usual, he took his freedoms- a strand of indigo hair tucked behind Sampo's ear, a digit caressing the side of his jaw as if to invite inching closer and closer as if it was perfectly natural to do so. he's an hair's breath away from either nuzzling or kissing him, lashes fluttering as eye falls half-lidded, still coming closer, and closer... he's a breath away from properly sharing a kiss with Sampo, the warmth of his lips already able to be felt... and then-
' oh! '
...and then, a small jolt of faux surprise pulled him away from the conman entirely, spine straightening with an expression of playful surprise on his face- a poorly suppressed chuckle reveals the act.
' i was so engrossed in talking that i forgot how to phrase it. well, i'm sure it'll come back in mind sometime later... perhaps. '
sorry, Sampo. suffer.
