Dealing with my hair has never been fun. It doesn’t like to behave.
[ But he listens to Kaeya explain, watching the movement of his fingertips on his palm before he clasps in his hand in his. The touch is so simple but Diluc feels a wave of emotion in the action. His arm keeps Kaeya pressed close to his side. The feel of another’s body against his, the skin-to-skin contact of their hands, is something Diluc hasn’t felt in years. It’s an almost surreal experience— one all of him finds wholly addicting. ]
It looks… You look… nice.
[ Diluc winces a little inwardly at the lame compliment. Somehow it’s been easier to give out half-hearted plaudits to all his would-be suitors and hopeful paramours than to give a true one to Kaeya. ]
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Dealing with my hair has never been fun. It doesn’t like to behave.
[ But he listens to Kaeya explain, watching the movement of his fingertips on his palm before he clasps in his hand in his. The touch is so simple but Diluc feels a wave of emotion in the action. His arm keeps Kaeya pressed close to his side. The feel of another’s body against his, the skin-to-skin contact of their hands, is something Diluc hasn’t felt in years. It’s an almost surreal experience— one all of him finds wholly addicting. ]
It looks… You look… nice.
[ Diluc winces a little inwardly at the lame compliment. Somehow it’s been easier to give out half-hearted plaudits to all his would-be suitors and hopeful paramours than to give a true one to Kaeya. ]
I-I mean— it… suits you—