[Aether sees no reason to insist he was being serious, instead melting against Childe as he steals his lips for a kiss. The flavor of wine is what he'll taste the most, no doubt -- he may have split an entire bottle with someone earlier. But not because he was enjoying the party. If anything, it was the opposite...]
[But right now, he'd say he's enjoying it plenty, taking the unspoken invitation to sit up in Childe's lap and lean against his chest. Between the sound of the fireworks crackling overhead and the feeling of Childe's warm body against his own, he can actually feel his eyelids growing a bit heavy.]
Hm? Then what'd you wish for? I can't grant it if you don't tell me.
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[But right now, he'd say he's enjoying it plenty, taking the unspoken invitation to sit up in Childe's lap and lean against his chest. Between the sound of the fireworks crackling overhead and the feeling of Childe's warm body against his own, he can actually feel his eyelids growing a bit heavy.]
Hm? Then what'd you wish for? I can't grant it if you don't tell me.