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[phoenixblessed]

"This is Diluc. Leave a message."

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[phoenixblessed]

[He shoots a sidelong glance Venti's way and doesn't immediately answer. Is it that unbelievable that the archon might just want to be around him for no other reason than the enjoyment of his company?

Diluc is relatively sure that no one really enjoys his company for very long, at least in the past year or so. He's sharp-tongued and prone to cutting remarks, and he has none of the exuberance that he had when he was younger. Before--]

No.

[It's not that he doesn't believe Venti. Maybe it's more that he doesn't want to believe him.]

But there's no accounting for taste.

[notgrande]

I have great taste.

[ He's teasing as he sips at his juice while watching Diluc. He has his typical almost devious grin as he watches Diluc. Yeah, he says that he has great taste, but he doesn't really care if others think that he does or not. ]

Think better of yourself, Diluc.

[ It sounds like he's chiding him. ]

[phoenixblessed]

[It's completely without thought that he reaches out and gives Venti's hair a gentle ruffle. He realises a moment later what he's doing, his hand stilling on top of his head and then immediately withdrawing, but the quiet fondness has already been conveyed and he can't take it back.]

I make no promises.

[There are... problems there. Ones that Venti can't know about.]

But I'll think about it.

[notgrande]

[ He lets out a small chuckle at the hair ruffle. Wow, it's been awhile since someone's done that to him. ]

I'm glad, then. That's all I ask.