[another time. that prompts a quiet chuckle, because yes, sure, of course he will ask again; he's far too nosy (and far too interested in this normal-but-not-normal person) not to, but his curiosity can wait? and this is, if nothing else, confirmation that there will be a next time, so, you know... kaeya stays winning...
but that chuckle aside, kaeya—shockingly enough!—remains quiet, merely pressing his fingers back to reim's forehead as reim closes his eyes. cool comfort—and a low-level manna transfer, to boot, because he can be thoughtful... when he wants to be. when someone he likes is involved. and truth be told, sitting here for a bit longer is far from the worst thing in the world; it gives his earlier drinks a chance to settle as he studies their surroundings—and, occasionally, glances down at reim's glasses-free face. not often enough to be creepy! just often enough to Appreciate.
that gayness aside, though—damn! don't make it sound like that.]
Now, now. I didn't steal them.
[he just clipped them to the of his shirt, as one does, you know? tucked an arm right into the bottom of his titty window. don't worry about it, reim; just let him pull his hand from that forehead and pluck them free—before dangling them right above that upturned palm.]
I was only keeping them safe. You almost broke them, you know.
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but that chuckle aside, kaeya—shockingly enough!—remains quiet, merely pressing his fingers back to reim's forehead as reim closes his eyes. cool comfort—and a low-level manna transfer, to boot, because he can be thoughtful... when he wants to be. when someone he likes is involved. and truth be told, sitting here for a bit longer is far from the worst thing in the world; it gives his earlier drinks a chance to settle as he studies their surroundings—and, occasionally, glances down at reim's glasses-free face. not often enough to be creepy! just often enough to Appreciate.
that gayness aside, though—damn! don't make it sound like that.]
Now, now. I didn't steal them.
[he just clipped them to the of his shirt, as one does, you know? tucked an arm right into the bottom of his titty window. don't worry about it, reim; just let him pull his hand from that forehead and pluck them free—before dangling them right above that upturned palm.]
I was only keeping them safe. You almost broke them, you know.
[clumsy!]