phoenixblessed | [Seasons IC Inbox][un: ragnvindr]

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[L O O K. It wasn't like he intended to forget that he needed to casual touch people. He just... normally didn't touch people. Like, ever. His amiable nature, honeyed smile, his entire mask was predicated on also just getting that close to people. Physically and emotionally. So, it was all too easy to simply forget. Until the fifth day of no touching when he woke up with his body aching so bad and he was pretty sure he had a fever. He didn't have a way to check, his apartment was still pretty barren.

Kaeya had a feeling he knew what was up. That he didn't just simply catch the flu or something. He had been feeling tired for several days now. After recovering his magical energy that last time he felt weak and tired from overuse, Kaeya hadn't really done much more practice. But this was seriously coming to a had and one glance at the network and seeing someone else seemingly already having turned to stone made him realize just what was up.

He had no other choice and he was not going to turn to stone. So, still clad in his pajamas, Kaeya made his way to Diluc's apartment that was only a few doors down. He knocked, leaning heavily against the doorway and closing his eyes. Archons, his head hurt.]

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phoenixblessed

[With Diluc as restless as he is here, it's a small wonder that Kaeya catches him in his apartment. It was pure stubbornness that kept him living there when he learned that Kaeya was only a few doors away. Stubbornness... and perhaps a private need to ensure that the younger man was not getting himself into trouble.

He considers ignoring the knock when he hears it, looking up from his second cup of coffee that morning and staring at the door as if whoever is on the other side might just go away. But... something prompts him up off the couch, a niggling instinct in the back of his mind, and just as well when he opens the door to find Kaeya standing there.]

You look terrible.

[Blunt. He sips his coffee and takes a step back.]

Come in, then.

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[The seeming lack of concern was of no surprise to Kaeya, even if it stung a little. Is that really how to treat a sick person, Diluc? Nonetheless, he managed to push himself from the door frame with a tired grunt but hesitated to step inside.]

Yes, well, I feel terrible, too. Thank you so much for your concern.

[Forgive him, he doesn't feel well, obviously, so his mood isn't exactly the usual (fake) cheeriness.

He sighed, this was stupid. He was so tired.]

...you know what, nevermind. Sorry to bother you.

[He'll figure something else out. Maybe he can just call Fischl or something. He made to turn and leave but his knees decided to buckle right then. Thankfully, he just ended up smacking against the doorway again rather than falling on his face. Ugh, stupid.]

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phoenixblessed

[His brow twitches together in a frown. It isn't that he isn't concerned - of course he is - but things between them always carry a peculiar undercurrent of tension and Diluc is often wary of showing any kind of vulnerability. Only ever believe half of what Kaeya says, and examine even that with close scrutiny.

But he really does look terrible.

When he turns around and buckles, Diluc is quick to put an arm around him to keep him from entirely crumpling to the floor.]

Since you've already bothered me you might as well come in. [Somehow, he has managed not to spill his coffee while trying to haul the taller man fully upright again.

His voice is a little softer as he asks;]

What's wrong with you?

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icepatch

[Kaeya is aware he deserved the scrutiny he often gets, the distance and barely concealed annoyance. It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, though. But it never stopped him, either.

He ended up leaning into Diluc once his arm was around him. It was all too easy, really. He was warm. He laid his head against Diluc's broad shoulder.]

'm sick, can't you tell? [He finally let go of his mask at this point, shoulders dropping, he mumbled softly.] Guess it's what happens when you don't touch anyone. Before turning to stone.