[ it hardly bothers kaeya considering this is — was — something he has to deal with on a daily basis, but there are more ways to handle a non-talker. he simply pats eustace on the shoulder and then turns to face the artist, eyebrow raised and all. it looks like the man is already scribbling something but kaeya has to interrupt him for a quick second. ]
So... how would you like us to pose? Like this?
[ the artist pauses for a second and thinks about it, wondering if kaeya wouldn't mind inching a bit closer, maybe wrap his other arm around the erune. it would look like they're really getting along, and— ]
I believe you might be pushing your luck, good sir.
[ kaeya doesn't want to die tonight, thank you!! ]
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So... how would you like us to pose? Like this?
[ the artist pauses for a second and thinks about it, wondering if kaeya wouldn't mind inching a bit closer, maybe wrap his other arm around the erune. it would look like they're really getting along, and— ]
I believe you might be pushing your luck, good sir.
[ kaeya doesn't want to die tonight, thank you!! ]