Oh, don't worry about me. My legs are still working perfectly! [thoma's speech is a little more drawling than usual because of how much he's drunk, but he can still indeed walk as he claims.
he's cheerful as they go along, even if he does momentarily squint at the person at the door, the voice is slightly familiar but he can't put a finger on it yet, before he turns his attention back onto diluc, squeezing the man by the waist. wow, his body is pretty hard, and that's definitely not all muscle. in fact, he feels more like a board.]
You're pretty stiff, Young Master Diluc. It's like you haven't relaxed in a long time!
Perhaps I could help out with that. I bet you work as hard as the commissioner-- he often looks to me for some relaxation when he has a moment to himself. [in more ways than one.]
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he's cheerful as they go along, even if he does momentarily squint at the person at the door, the voice is slightly familiar but he can't put a finger on it yet, before he turns his attention back onto diluc, squeezing the man by the waist. wow, his body is pretty hard, and that's definitely not all muscle. in fact, he feels more like a board.]
You're pretty stiff, Young Master Diluc. It's like you haven't relaxed in a long time!
Perhaps I could help out with that. I bet you work as hard as the commissioner-- he often looks to me for some relaxation when he has a moment to himself. [in more ways than one.]