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[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 then Reim slept for a hundred years... No, it takes him only a handful of minutes to come to, and credit him this: he doesn't, like, jolt abruptly awake or anything particularly sudden. He is simply out cold and then he is not, squinting up at Kaeya's face for a moment before he shuts his eyes again with a vague sort of grumble and gingerly lifts a hand to rub at his face. It turns out using all of your alien rock magic at once is terrible, this grumble means, and he feels, hmm, just as terrible as "all the magic at once" might suggest.

Not, perhaps, as terrible as he could; if he had to put it to numbers, he's a fraction better now than he was in the moment before he passed out, and objectively he knows this is thanks to Kaeya, ah... doing this. Sitting with him, specifically touching him with remarkably cool fingers (and if his head didn't hurt, he would pursue that question, but forget it for now), not just dumping him on the floor in the first place... hmm.

Well, he isn't going anywhere, he supposes. Mortifying as it is to full on pass out like that, who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth... He can't even see the gift horse because some other punk who is definitely not the one kindly cradling his head like this took his glasses! How strange!]

Thank you, [he says eventually, and then as he moves his hand away to squint up at Kaeya again, which frankly does nothing at all for his vision, but look at him doing it,] Ask me again another time, when I'm better prepared...

[Bunny pride is on the line. Now then, if he doesn't think about lying on the grimy ground, this is... comfortable? He's passed out in worse places, he supposes, and since he is so very drained, it's perfectly understandable that he should simply... shut his eyes, and... just quietly recover.

Hmm. Yes. If this gazebo were at all popular with other parkgoers, he'd have already tried to shuffle home in his useless husk state, so this is a plus. Wild that he's learning so much more about Kaeya from passing out irresponsibly than he did in normal conversation? But he'll remember this.

After a moment, though, he does lift his hand again, palm up. One grievous wrong must be righted.]

Give me back my glasses.

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[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.

[clumsy!]

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[Sir, those are a precious commodity, thank you. They've already had to spend who knows how long - several real world minutes!! - tucked into a titty window, so please, let them return to safety. Maybe there won't be a next time if Reim is too blind to find it.

Or: he opens just one eye for this, to look at the blue blob that is Kaeya and slowly reach for his precious specs (the shinier, smaller blob). Please don't play keep away with his spare eyes, he needs those...]

Kaeya... [the first of Many exasperated Kaeyas, mark this moment,] Thank you again, now please; do you really want to stay out here all night?

[They are at a stupid gay impasse because of these glasses? Not that Reim is leaping to his feet to sprint home, or anything, but one can squint at blobs for only so long. Let him take these... let him blindly brush his fingers against Kaeya's hand in the process... it's just a consequence...]

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[several real world minutes, indeed! these glasses are toasty. anyway: reim is free to say kaeya's name as often as he likes? that tone is Peak; that tone is not encouraging kaeya to be on his best behavior at any point in the future, but while he keeps the glasses at their current position for just a bit longer—okay, okay. he will, in fact, lower these glasses, and he will also savor that oh-so brief contact.]

Why not? I don't have anywhere to be. [just, you know. back in his apartment with the best portrait of all time, but after a thoughtful hum:] And I must say, I am enjoying my current company.

[hmm!]

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[ah, so it's reverse chicken now, fascinating.

But thanks for the specs, he needs those, now he can see Kaeya's smug face in perfect clarity. That gives Reim a moment to give him - you guessed it - a Look, but in a half-hearted, almost sleepy kind of way. Running out of gem juice... really is rough! So shush, he's closing his eyes! Again! It's Kaeya's fault for saying so much gay stuff at him, damn.]

In that case, five more minutes- [he does indeed hold up five fingers for this, a whole five!! no more no less!!] -or else you will have to drag me back to the residential area...

[And his fancy duds, as well as his pride, can't take another hit like that. Let him rest. Five more minutes.]