[if it (re: the strat) ain't broke, don't fix it! but no worries; as reim makes his way to the center of the gazebo, kaeya makes no move to follow, being perfectly content to continue leaning against this railing while watching... whatever this trick turns out to be. the silence surrounding it makes it all the more mysterious...
and you know, when it happens, it remains mysterious? like, the wind at first is—well, kaeya knows plenty of people with anemo visions; he thinks, for a moment, that reim has a similar, god-granted ability of his own, but instead that bunny pops into existence. that very large bunny. wild. what is there to do, really, other than stare, his mouth hidden behind his hand as he watches reim first stumble (cute), then pet his summon (also cute), then—
—ah.
tipsy though kaeya may be, his reflexes are still on point; he darts forward just in time to catch reim's weight on his shoulder, preventing this fool from crumpling to the floor. damn! out like a light. kaeya wonders, briefly, how much manna reim just lost—and how long it will take for him to make it back up, but here's the thing: even noodles are heavy? and who knows how long reim will stay knocked out. it could be a matter of minutes; it could be far more, so...
...so. whenever reim swims back to consciousness, he will, in fact, find himself stretched out on the ground, but tucked more to the side of the gazebo? kaeya, you see, is sitting beside him, leaning back against one of the posts—and holding a curiously icy-to-the-touch hand to his forehead, because of course reim's head is resting atop kaeya's thigh. not, like, fully in his lap; reim is positioned perpendicular to kaeya, just to preserve some manner of dignity, and yet kaeya is still here to serve as a comfy pillow. it's honest work.
but as kaeya feels reim begin to stir, kaeya peeks down at him? smoothing his fingers back toward reim's hair in the process, because while reim may not have any hair to push back, kaeya isn't going to pull his hand away quite yet. enjoy the Coolness.]
Welcome back. [hmm, just in case this is all Too Much for a prim and proper someone—] Though I wouldn't suggest moving too quickly. For now.
[just stay still, bud. kaeya is clearly comfortable; like, he has his other leg hiked up, elbow resting atop his knee as he leans against his hand, so he's fine to sit for the foreseeable future.]
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and you know, when it happens, it remains mysterious? like, the wind at first is—well, kaeya knows plenty of people with anemo visions; he thinks, for a moment, that reim has a similar, god-granted ability of his own, but instead that bunny pops into existence. that very large bunny. wild. what is there to do, really, other than stare, his mouth hidden behind his hand as he watches reim first stumble (cute), then pet his summon (also cute), then—
—ah.
tipsy though kaeya may be, his reflexes are still on point; he darts forward just in time to catch reim's weight on his shoulder, preventing this fool from crumpling to the floor. damn! out like a light. kaeya wonders, briefly, how much manna reim just lost—and how long it will take for him to make it back up, but here's the thing: even noodles are heavy? and who knows how long reim will stay knocked out. it could be a matter of minutes; it could be far more, so...
...so. whenever reim swims back to consciousness, he will, in fact, find himself stretched out on the ground, but tucked more to the side of the gazebo? kaeya, you see, is sitting beside him, leaning back against one of the posts—and holding a curiously icy-to-the-touch hand to his forehead, because of course reim's head is resting atop kaeya's thigh. not, like, fully in his lap; reim is positioned perpendicular to kaeya, just to preserve some manner of dignity, and yet kaeya is still here to serve as a comfy pillow. it's honest work.
but as kaeya feels reim begin to stir, kaeya peeks down at him? smoothing his fingers back toward reim's hair in the process, because while reim may not have any hair to push back, kaeya isn't going to pull his hand away quite yet. enjoy the Coolness.]
Welcome back. [hmm, just in case this is all Too Much for a prim and proper someone—] Though I wouldn't suggest moving too quickly. For now.
[just stay still, bud. kaeya is clearly comfortable; like, he has his other leg hiked up, elbow resting atop his knee as he leans against his hand, so he's fine to sit for the foreseeable future.]