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.]
[The remark catches Diluc off guard. He looks at him in surprise. He misses Kaeya leaning out of the door to stare at both of them before he resumes his conversation with the knight on door duty.
Diluc's addled mind says the first thing that comes to mind.] I don't relax. I've never relaxed even when I was heir.
[Well, the later was half true. Kaeya kept dragging him off to things. The fact of the matter is he doesn't relax. He barely has downtime as it is.]
Speaking from expi-- experience, people who under a lot of pressure all the time break easily when something hits them hard enough. [maybe thoma fumbled the delivery and his metaphor there, but surely his meaning wasn't lost in translation.
he leans less on diluc as they shuffle into the sitting room, then takes the man by the elbow to guide him to the plush sofa.]
You should sit, I'll go see if they have some tea and water here. You'd benefit from that!
So would you. [Diluc says but his mind is working. Thoma isn’t the first to say it. Kaeya keeps telling him the same thing. Grand Master Varka said it in his own way.
He could explain away their concern. But Thoma hasn’t seen him since he was younger. He sits on the sofa.] If you ask the knight they can point you to what you need. Jean and Kaeya are making sure guests are well tended to.
[thoma chuckles, just before he peeks out of the door again and has a very cordial conversation with a passing knight, full of smiles, chuckles and even a bit of reminiscing, because indeed, thoma remembers them too. he has always been a friendly guy, inazuma can't take that away from him. eventually, he manages to get the knight to ferry him some tea leaves and a pot of hot water, and thoma is humming an inazuman song under his breath as he makes his way back to diluc.
he sets the tray down, and pours diluc a cup, steeping the tea. even in his half-drunken state, his body still knows the motions, and he still remembers how to pour a mondstadt cup, from when the master asked him to make something not from inazuma.]
Milk. [He has given up on correcting Thoma. And he's too foggy-minded to say why he tried at all. His father...
Diluc works his coat off and folds it, laying it at his side. It's too warm in this room. Or maybe it's just him. He hadn't relaxed in years. He won't after this day if he has anything to say about it.
It's easy to survive as a lone man. He rolls his shoulders and settles in like a bartender about to mix a drink.] What about you?
Ahah... I don't put anything into my tea anymore. [a soft chuckle.] No one does that in Inazuma for their teas. But since this is Mondstadt tea...
I usually drink with just a bit of milk.
[but first! thoma adds milk to diluc's cup and offers it up to him, hand still around the little cup of milk that he'll be adding to his tea soon. he really didn't think diluc was going to pour him anything, he just thought the man was making conversation.]
[Diluc looks at their cups. He reaches out to gently take the cup of milk. It feels like electricity runs through him when their hands brush. He almost pulls away.
But determined he takes the cup and moves like a bartender. He remembers however vaguely how much milk to add to thoma’s tea.
He sets the cup down and watches him like an owl perched in a tree. As if he were to take flight at any time.
He takes a spoon and gently stirs his own tea and offers another spoon to Thoma.]
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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.]
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Diluc's addled mind says the first thing that comes to mind.] I don't relax. I've never relaxed even when I was heir.
[Well, the later was half true. Kaeya kept dragging him off to things. The fact of the matter is he doesn't relax. He barely has downtime as it is.]
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Speaking from expi-- experience, people who under a lot of pressure all the time break easily when something hits them hard enough. [maybe thoma fumbled the delivery and his metaphor there, but surely his meaning wasn't lost in translation.
he leans less on diluc as they shuffle into the sitting room, then takes the man by the elbow to guide him to the plush sofa.]
You should sit, I'll go see if they have some tea and water here. You'd benefit from that!
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He could explain away their concern. But Thoma hasn’t seen him since he was younger. He sits on the sofa.] If you ask the knight they can point you to what you need. Jean and Kaeya are making sure guests are well tended to.
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he sets the tray down, and pours diluc a cup, steeping the tea. even in his half-drunken state, his body still knows the motions, and he still remembers how to pour a mondstadt cup, from when the master asked him to make something not from inazuma.]
Do you prefer sugar or milk, Young Master?
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Diluc works his coat off and folds it, laying it at his side. It's too warm in this room. Or maybe it's just him. He hadn't relaxed in years. He won't after this day if he has anything to say about it.
It's easy to survive as a lone man. He rolls his shoulders and settles in like a bartender about to mix a drink.] What about you?
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I usually drink with just a bit of milk.
[but first! thoma adds milk to diluc's cup and offers it up to him, hand still around the little cup of milk that he'll be adding to his tea soon. he really didn't think diluc was going to pour him anything, he just thought the man was making conversation.]
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But determined he takes the cup and moves like a bartender. He remembers however vaguely how much milk to add to thoma’s tea.
He sets the cup down and watches him like an owl perched in a tree. As if he were to take flight at any time.
He takes a spoon and gently stirs his own tea and offers another spoon to Thoma.]
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diluc is warm-- perhaps even moreso than thoma, even if they both carry pyro visions. that's a sign of diluc's power, isn't it?]
And you're quite warm, as well. How dreamy!
[thoma takes up his cup after a quick stir, and sips slowly.]