[Sure, Diluc may have even indicated enduring more discomforts, but Kazuha was concerned regardless. This was the other man's home and he wouldn't want him to cause himself discomfort his sake.
Warmth finds its way further to his skin as Diluc's hand comes to rest on his hip, the blush spreading slightly down his neck, coloring his pale skin a rosy pink. His hair, wild out of its own bind and fluffed further by the towel, hangs down like a white curtain around his face, the red stark like blood in moonlight.
He hovers over Diluc a moment, looking down at his face. Rich, young, handsome. He must gather a lot of attention in Mondstadt.]
Thunder Darkens the sky; This evening shower: A dwelling where it falls not There is, I’ve heard…
[He's feeling better if he's able to use poetry to describe his comfort. He brushes his fingers affectionately through Diluc's hair, pushing it out of his face. It's just as soft as he thought it'd be.]
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Warmth finds its way further to his skin as Diluc's hand comes to rest on his hip, the blush spreading slightly down his neck, coloring his pale skin a rosy pink. His hair, wild out of its own bind and fluffed further by the towel, hangs down like a white curtain around his face, the red stark like blood in moonlight.
He hovers over Diluc a moment, looking down at his face. Rich, young, handsome. He must gather a lot of attention in Mondstadt.]
Thunder
Darkens the sky;
This evening shower:
A dwelling where it falls not
There is, I’ve heard…
[He's feeling better if he's able to use poetry to describe his comfort. He brushes his fingers affectionately through Diluc's hair, pushing it out of his face. It's just as soft as he thought it'd be.]