[He isn't sure what he expects to happen. Will Childe follow him, or not? With how things have been between them lately either eventuality was just as likely as the other but he still finds himself mildly surprised to hear the sound of softly tinkling shells behind him just over the sound of the ocean spray.
And Diluc tolerates this 'follow-the-leader' scenario for all of ten seconds before he stops and looks over his shoulder.]
Don't trail behind me like that. Are you coming or not?
[Does it make him uncomfortable to have someone following along at his back like that? Well, yes, a little. It isn't just Childe who would garner such a reaction from doing so.
He makes a gesture to his side, crimson eyes lit and sharpened with a kind of irritation that hasn't really been directed at Childe before. It isn't aggressive or derisive, for all that is still clear agitation on Diluc's part.]
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And Diluc tolerates this 'follow-the-leader' scenario for all of ten seconds before he stops and looks over his shoulder.]
Don't trail behind me like that. Are you coming or not?
[Does it make him uncomfortable to have someone following along at his back like that? Well, yes, a little. It isn't just Childe who would garner such a reaction from doing so.
He makes a gesture to his side, crimson eyes lit and sharpened with a kind of irritation that hasn't really been directed at Childe before. It isn't aggressive or derisive, for all that is still clear agitation on Diluc's part.]