[ He says it perhaps a little too quickly, a little too suspiciously. The way that he doesn't look at Diluc when he does - meeting his gaze for only a moment before quickly looking away, tips of his ears burning red - probably paints a pretty confusing picture, given that the redhead hadn't been privy to his thoughts.
Focusing on the throbbing in his leg helps to quell his body down considerably, as does listening to the rumble of the thunder beyond the little cafe. It's probably all in his head, but Childe thinks he can still smell the grapes on the vines, hear the birds chirping in the trees casting dappled sunlight over the pair of them. He wonders, idly, if Diluc might feel as firm as he looks - but then he did, didn't he? He'd carried Childe effortlessly, like he weighed nothing, and it would be easy for him to leverage that same strength against -- ]
I need to go. I'm going. [ The chair scrapes against the ground as he gets up, again, and he stoops only to pick up the bucket of shells he'd brought along and hold it strategically over his lap. ]
Thanks for everything, nice talk. I'll see you around, Diluc.
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[ He says it perhaps a little too quickly, a little too suspiciously. The way that he doesn't look at Diluc when he does - meeting his gaze for only a moment before quickly looking away, tips of his ears burning red - probably paints a pretty confusing picture, given that the redhead hadn't been privy to his thoughts.
Focusing on the throbbing in his leg helps to quell his body down considerably, as does listening to the rumble of the thunder beyond the little cafe. It's probably all in his head, but Childe thinks he can still smell the grapes on the vines, hear the birds chirping in the trees casting dappled sunlight over the pair of them. He wonders, idly, if Diluc might feel as firm as he looks - but then he did, didn't he? He'd carried Childe effortlessly, like he weighed nothing, and it would be easy for him to leverage that same strength against -- ]
I need to go. I'm going. [ The chair scrapes against the ground as he gets up, again, and he stoops only to pick up the bucket of shells he'd brought along and hold it strategically over his lap. ]
Thanks for everything, nice talk. I'll see you around, Diluc.