[And Diluc could spend all night kissing Kazuha, he thinks. Easily. The delicate strength about him is something the redhead can't help but find attractive, and could anyone really blame him?
That he is equally stumped by compliments doesn't come as too much of a surprise, but Diluc still laughs - a warm, gentle sound - in spite of expecting it. He makes himself comfortable, eyelids slightly lowered with a small smile on his lips, and hums a low acknowledgement.]
I noticed it when I first met you. [So, he knew it wasn't kizuna. Its consistent presence since they met has been proof enough of that. Still, he draws the lock of red hair through his first two fingers once again then lets it fall against the snow-white strands surrounding it.]
You fell asleep so easily earlier, are you still tired?
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That he is equally stumped by compliments doesn't come as too much of a surprise, but Diluc still laughs - a warm, gentle sound - in spite of expecting it. He makes himself comfortable, eyelids slightly lowered with a small smile on his lips, and hums a low acknowledgement.]
I noticed it when I first met you. [So, he knew it wasn't kizuna. Its consistent presence since they met has been proof enough of that. Still, he draws the lock of red hair through his first two fingers once again then lets it fall against the snow-white strands surrounding it.]
You fell asleep so easily earlier, are you still tired?