[ Diluc hums thoughtfully as he finishes setting their picnic out. He sits on the blanket that came with the basket, leaning back against the log and still turning what Kaeya has shared with him over in his mind. ]
I’ve been… practicing, I suppose you could call it. I still find it difficult to imagine myself in any other body besides this one. Still no wings.
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I’ve been… practicing, I suppose you could call it. I still find it difficult to imagine myself in any other body besides this one. Still no wings.