outofoffice | ( popdrop ) ic inbox

[ The only difference is that he has notably opted to leave out the statue of himself. In its place is simply a clearing of fluffy grass, windwheel asters spinning here and there.

Venti glances over his shoulder as he makes his way for said clearing. ]

Nostalgic, isn't it?

[It takes Kaeya a moment to get his thoughts in order, but he follows quickly enough.]

A remarkable lack of vanity from you, I see.

[But that suits him fine. On the way to the clearing he weighs dignity versus emotions. Normally he'd keep his face on at all costs, but he also came here for a reason. He needed somewhere to let the stress melt off, and Venti already knows he's a loser, actually. So...

So, when they arrive in the clearing, Kaeya drops the towel and then just flops into the grass and sprawls out.]

What a nice breeze.

[ Venti lightly drops into a seated position next to him ]

It is, isn't it? I thought it best there be a reprieve from how . . . stifling this place can be.

It's a real breath of fresh air, honestly.

[pun completely intended.

anyway he's giving up the rest of his dignity and rolling over to smash his face into the grass and smell the scent of home]

[ Just laughs ]

Trading in being in the arms of a lover at this late hour for a fresh breeze? Careful, or I might accuse you of having the wrong Vision.

Alas, my lover's arms hold a little too tight for me right at the moment.

[He's having an allergic reaction to emotions. Not that he doesn't love Noctua with all his heart but y'know. Pavo has issues.]

Besides, doesn't everyone in Mondstadt love the wind?

[he is absolutely fishing for reassurance that he belongs to mond without actually like, asking for reassurance or admitting he's insecure]

Indeed they do! And not just the breeze, but the wine too~

[ Shoving the wine mug at Pavo

you poor bastard ]

[On the one hand, he's enjoying the grass pillow. On the other, wine.

...Okay, he'll sit up. Drinking is the most important thing, obviously.]

Exactly. Which is exactly why I'm here.

[For the booze, obviously. Not the comfort. Because he doesn't need comfort. Definitely.]

[ Definitely! ]

You're lucky I could never turn down one of Mondstadt's connoisseurs! Try not to take advantage.

[ Just casually knocking back his own mug ]

I would never.

[He absolutely would. If Venti lets him he's gonna get so drunk right now.]

What could I ever do to repay such a kind and benevolent patron, I wonder...?

Well, normally I would ask for alcohol, but in a truly unsettling turn of events, I've become the supplier . . .

As soon as my stores are refilled, I'll pay that tab.

Oh? In that case, you can just write me an IOU in exchange!

Will do.

[he downs the entire mug, and sighs contentedly.]

Ah. Now that takes the edge off.

There is no ill that wine cannot fix!

[ wisdom from god himself ur welcome ]

Though, some ills do have sharper edges than others.

Uh-huh. Is that you fishing for information?

I would never demand information not freely given!

[ yes ]

In that case... Another round and I'll tell you what happened today. With the promise that it won't end up in a ballad.

Not a fan of my compositions? Hmph!

[ Plucking Pavo's mug out of his hand all the same ]

Fine, one more round.

[ He disappears briefly to refill both mugs before returning. Thank u bathtub with a wine tap ]

On the contrary, your talent is such that should my actions be recorded by you, they'd surely become known by all.

[He gives a cheeky grin as Zephyr takes his mug. He's so worn out it's sort of a struggle not to fall asleep in the grass while he waits, but he manages, and happily takes his new drink.]

Thank you very much!

You're welcome to thank me, of course, but it isn't free~

[ Plopping back down with his own mug, which he knocks back immediately ]

Don't spoil it too quickly.

[Hrrrmmm. He agreed to talk but now he's not sure he wants to?? He never wants to, but yelling into nothing didn't help and he's here, so. He may as well.

Still, he sips his drink and frown a bit before he says anything.]

...There was a troublesome game.

Hmmm . . . that's two in a row, isn't it?

Hm? The last one wasn't so bad. Cecilia & I had a lovely time, in the end.

[Of course not having a choice about it wasn't like, good, in any capacity, but they had fun and are fine!]

[ Ahahaha;;;;;;; ]

How fortunate indeed!

Well then, this one must have been considerably worse.

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

Re: day 37 at like 4am

YOU GOT PUT IN NOTIF JAIL

NOTIFS NO

no subject

no subject

no subject