Who, little old me? I'm flattered you think I hold such sway over my colleagues, but I doubt an entire army of ruin guards could so much as scratch either of their equilibriums.
[ well, maybe klee's a little easier to manipulate...but teaching her important life lessons about how to avoid getting caught for the crimes she's committed is a great influence! ]
You could always send them Diona's way, it's not like she could hate you more. Or just tell them it's part and parcel of their knight training. I can't always be around to pick up the slack.
[ his mountain of paperwork is already huge enough as it is??? and that's not even including jean's share that he sneaks off with to stop her dying early of overwork??? ]
How can I judge when you haven't even gotten to the good part yet? What happens after you clear the routes and get all splattered in mud? Do you take your shirt off and use it to slowly wipe off all the dirt and sweat? Or do you strip down to draw up a bath instead? Paint me a word picture.
[ never forget there's two little shits in this relationship, ragnvindr. ]
Don't let it go to your head, Alberich. The bar won't require a high jump.
[ SNIFFS INDIGNANTLY ETC ETC. ]
I'd rather not. As much as she and I have similar philosophies, a competitor is still a competitor.
[ but: u g h. ]
There's nothing to paint a picture over when Adelinde forces you to strip as much as modesty would allow at the front door.
And there's nothing appealing about dirt in the bathwater, much less the cauterizing of minor wounds. My hair took an hour to untangle. I looked like a mess.
Too late, I shall be going around the rest of the week with an inflated head because the uncrowned king of Mondstadt deigned to pay me a scrap of praise. I'm already having trouble fitting my eyepatch, that's how big my head has become.
[ though really, it has much less to do with the (completely made-up in his mind) flattery and more with getting any attention from diluc at all...pathetic. ]
And I'm sure it has nothing to do with you secretly enjoying being able to eavesdrop on all the various woes of the knights.
[ he knows! he knows diluc would perish without all that fuel for his grumbling and complaining! ]
Oh, I quite object, I'm enjoying this picture thoroughly. That you bothered to untangle your hair at all is already nearly too titillating to handle. Besides, I rather like you messy...it's more honest than that gentlemanly demeanor you put on.
[ whoops, was that a smidgen of sincerity in there? better backpedal immediately. ]
And of course there's something to be said about the clean up afterwards! Do go on. How thoroughly did you wash up? Spare no detail.
I hope dearly that eyepatch of yours cuts into your circulation.
[ so mean, master diluc. but: ]
You idiot, [ so softly, so fondly. he can probably hear the look he'd give him if he was there with him, bleeding as he is rather steadily on the pages of this thoroughly ruined journal. at least most of it isn't his. ] Only you would ever think that.
[ but, he better veer a little back to his usual grumbling. ] And I've always kept my hair presentable. My lack of product doesn't make it unacceptable by any stretch.
[ he just prefers that kaeya do it. he's always been more patient with him than he has ever been with himself.
there's a significant pause, mostly because he has to work up to the intimacy of details because he's maybe decided to humor him a little. ]
You know I don't bother paying that much mind to myself. I only bother to be thorough with you.
[ rip in pieces kaeya. you asked for it??? ]
I found myself missing the, [ god this is so embarrassing. ] pleasure of working my hands through your hair.
[ kill him kill him kill him ]
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[ well, maybe klee's a little easier to manipulate...but teaching her important life lessons about how to avoid getting caught for the crimes she's committed is a great influence! ]
You could always send them Diona's way, it's not like she could hate you more. Or just tell them it's part and parcel of their knight training. I can't always be around to pick up the slack.
[ his mountain of paperwork is already huge enough as it is??? and that's not even including jean's share that he sneaks off with to stop her dying early of overwork??? ]
How can I judge when you haven't even gotten to the good part yet? What happens after you clear the routes and get all splattered in mud? Do you take your shirt off and use it to slowly wipe off all the dirt and sweat? Or do you strip down to draw up a bath instead? Paint me a word picture.
[ never forget there's two little shits in this relationship, ragnvindr. ]
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[ SNIFFS INDIGNANTLY ETC ETC. ]
I'd rather not. As much as she and I have similar philosophies, a competitor is still a competitor.
[ but: u g h. ]
There's nothing to paint a picture over when Adelinde forces you to strip as much as modesty would allow at the front door.
And there's nothing appealing about dirt in the bathwater, much less the cauterizing of minor wounds. My hair took an hour to untangle. I looked like a mess.
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[ though really, it has much less to do with the (completely made-up in his mind) flattery and more with getting any attention from diluc at all...pathetic. ]
And I'm sure it has nothing to do with you secretly enjoying being able to eavesdrop on all the various woes of the knights.
[ he knows! he knows diluc would perish without all that fuel for his grumbling and complaining! ]
Oh, I quite object, I'm enjoying this picture thoroughly. That you bothered to untangle your hair at all is already nearly too titillating to handle. Besides, I rather like you messy...it's more honest than that gentlemanly demeanor you put on.
[ whoops, was that a smidgen of sincerity in there? better backpedal immediately. ]
And of course there's something to be said about the clean up afterwards! Do go on. How thoroughly did you wash up? Spare no detail.
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[ so mean, master diluc. but: ]
You idiot, [ so softly, so fondly. he can probably hear the look he'd give him if he was there with him, bleeding as he is rather steadily on the pages of this thoroughly ruined journal. at least most of it isn't his. ] Only you would ever think that.
[ but, he better veer a little back to his usual grumbling. ] And I've always kept my hair presentable. My lack of product doesn't make it unacceptable by any stretch.
[ he just prefers that kaeya do it. he's always been more patient with him than he has ever been with himself.
there's a significant pause, mostly because he has to work up to the intimacy of details because he's maybe decided to humor him a little. ]
You know I don't bother paying that much mind to myself. I only bother to be thorough with you.
[ rip in pieces kaeya. you asked for it??? ]
I found myself missing the, [ god this is so embarrassing. ] pleasure of working my hands through your hair.
[ kill him kill him kill him ]