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folkmore mod ([personal profile] folkie) wrote in [community profile] folkmeme2024-02-29 10:32 pm
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Texts From Last Night


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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[personal profile] uncrownedawn 2024-03-08 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ There’s that curiosity again for the lower floor and this time, Diluc has a harder time resisting looking down because he feels as though he could glean more of what Kaeya has been through from what’s on that level. He sneaks a peek, sees the boxes, and again wonders why, but he still doesn’t ask. Instead, he follows Kaeya into the kitchen and stumbles on his words when he’s faced with the way Kaeya looks a little excited about the prospect of cooking for him. ]

That’s not neces— Ah, I suppose—

[ He gets out just enough when they’re distracted by the noise. Diluc turns around and…

Well, it’s enough of a shock to change his eye color again.
]

Er… why does it look like…

[ Lisa. It looks like Lisa if she were a llama. It’s absolutely horrifying. And he’s just supposed to ignore it??? ]
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[personal profile] shadowsincryo 2024-03-08 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Our fair Lisa? Couldn’t tell you. Better her than Rosaria. [If the ilama looked like Rosaria he would laugh himself sick next time he saw the real one. She would glare. He would keep laughing and pay for it.

Lisa at least would primly ignore it and grill him about how he looked like shit. He waves a hand as the ilama wanders around his living room with seeming purpose. He snags his kettle from the hook above the stove and fills it with water.]


Coffee, tea, milk, or juice?

[The ilama looks over hopefully. He doesn’t look up from setting the kettle on the stove.] Not you.
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[personal profile] uncrownedawn 2024-03-08 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Diluc keeps staring at the animal — mostly in abject horror, somewhat still in shock — but he does glance back at Kaeya momentarily when he mentions Rosaria, a brief look of irritation crossing his face at the mention. But then he’s back to staring at the llama warily, moving a little closer to Kaeya in the kitchen. He knows Kaeya isn’t the least bit afraid of her, but he has no idea what she’s doing in here and in case the animal decides to charge suddenly or otherwise act up, Diluc wants to be near the younger man to keep him safe while he’s just playing up his domestic side. ]

You have juice?
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[personal profile] shadowsincryo 2024-03-08 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The ilama huffs like an offended Lisa might. Kaeya flicks his right ear. His earring catches the light.]

I do. Lapine has a wonderful market street. Less so right now in the winter but. It was a good autumn.

Shapeshifting requires more energy than people think. [He looks at Diluc as the Ilama continues to wander. He walks to the fridge and opens it.] So, I keep a variety.
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[personal profile] uncrownedawn 2024-03-08 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
I imagine it would take quite a bit of energy.

[ Diluc notices the earring again. He can’t help wondering where Kaeya’s usual earring went, but he supposes it would be silly to ask, considering Kaeya doesn’t even wear his clothes from Mondstadt anymore often. ]

I didn’t imagine you would take to juice often enough to keep any in your home.

[ His eyes go back on the llama who seems offended much like Lisa would be for not being offered a drink. ]

Whatever juice you have, I’ll have.
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[personal profile] shadowsincryo 2024-03-08 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[From Diluc’s vantage point, the hooks by the door are visible. There is a familiar fluffy white cloak hanging from one. Never forgotten. The Ilama drifts towards it. She seems to consider it and turns towards a pillow on the couch instead.

Kaeya gathers things from the fridge.]
I don’t drink a lot of juice, that’s true. But some of my students do.

[That is true, but it isn’t the only reason. He grabs the bottle of apple juice and shuts the door to the fridge with his hip. He grabs a mug from the cup rack.]

New familiars underestimate their needs. A lot like apprentice knights don’t account for the weight of real weapons.
Edited 2024-03-08 15:58 (UTC)