[Diluc slants a glance sidelong at him. He's sure they're both entirely aware that Childe could not force Diluc to do anything even if he wanted to try, so he refrains from uttering that blunt correction to the other man's choice of words. He flinches slightly at the nudge against his shoulder, though, and takes half a step to one side to slide himself a couple of inches further away.
Ugh.
While Childe busies himself with the bottles Diluc keeps his eyes down, a frow furrowing a faint line between his eyebrows, fingers curled around his elbows as he holds his arms in against himself. He most assuredly does not look comfortable with his current situation, but evidently he is not uncomfortable enough to either remove himself from it or demand that Childe remove himself instead. Despite the frown his eyes look distant, like his mind is entirely somewhere else.
He does look over once when the glint of a bottle catches his eye, but the showing off fails to visibly impress him.]
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Ugh.
While Childe busies himself with the bottles Diluc keeps his eyes down, a frow furrowing a faint line between his eyebrows, fingers curled around his elbows as he holds his arms in against himself. He most assuredly does not look comfortable with his current situation, but evidently he is not uncomfortable enough to either remove himself from it or demand that Childe remove himself instead. Despite the frown his eyes look distant, like his mind is entirely somewhere else.
He does look over once when the glint of a bottle catches his eye, but the showing off fails to visibly impress him.]
Are you planning to drink all of that?