[He isn't paying much attention at first - yes, actually grateful for the peace and quiet - but he isn't blind to the odd way the water in front of him is shifting. Diluc frowns again, straightening his back and shoulders and narrowing his eyes on the ocean, the way it's pulling back in such an unnatural way...
The redhead huffs out a sigh and stands up, stepping backwards until he's as far up against the edge of the beach as he can possibly get. The bucket that Childe had left with him is left behind, ready to be a casualty for any mischief that the Harbinger is currently brewing up.
Is he worried..? He wouldn't call it worry. Hydro users have an affinity for water that he would never be able to fully understand, and Childe himself has an affinity for chaos that he understands enough to be mindful of it.
So he waits, arms folded, fingers loosely curled around his elbows, for whatever ridiculous thing the other man might be planning.]
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The redhead huffs out a sigh and stands up, stepping backwards until he's as far up against the edge of the beach as he can possibly get. The bucket that Childe had left with him is left behind, ready to be a casualty for any mischief that the Harbinger is currently brewing up.
Is he worried..? He wouldn't call it worry. Hydro users have an affinity for water that he would never be able to fully understand, and Childe himself has an affinity for chaos that he understands enough to be mindful of it.
So he waits, arms folded, fingers loosely curled around his elbows, for whatever ridiculous thing the other man might be planning.]