[Diluc has been to Inazuma, though he admittedly hadn't stayed there long and the intricacies of how their clothing worked hadn't been on his mind. So he is privately grateful that Kazuha doesn't leave him to figure it out, though he can easily catch on to what needs to be done.
But his intention to remove the cloth entirely is stalled by the soft skim of fingers down his chest and stomach. He almost freezes in place, his hand resting against Kazuha's pale thigh, and swallows slightly as the compliment hits him and leaves him - as usual - fumbling on how to take it.]
I-- [The flush which had until now been mostly restrained to burning the tops of his ears finally floods out past the curls of his hair and stains the tops of his cheekbones pink. While Diluc can easily take praise with regards to his skills and expertise - real, measurable things - he finds ones about his looks much more difficult to work around.
When he smiles, finally reacting, the expression has something soft and helpless about it and he chuffs out a gentle laugh.]
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But his intention to remove the cloth entirely is stalled by the soft skim of fingers down his chest and stomach. He almost freezes in place, his hand resting against Kazuha's pale thigh, and swallows slightly as the compliment hits him and leaves him - as usual - fumbling on how to take it.]
I-- [The flush which had until now been mostly restrained to burning the tops of his ears finally floods out past the curls of his hair and stains the tops of his cheekbones pink. While Diluc can easily take praise with regards to his skills and expertise - real, measurable things - he finds ones about his looks much more difficult to work around.
When he smiles, finally reacting, the expression has something soft and helpless about it and he chuffs out a gentle laugh.]
... Thank you.