[ kaeya is wandering down the halls of the citadel seemingly with no destination in mind. he's got a bottle of fine wine in one hand and two glasses stacked on top of each other in the other. while he wants to continue to avoid everyone, especially those he shares legacies with, he appears to have reached that limit tonight for reasons unknown.
he could have spent tonight drinking in his own room all by his lonesome, but there's a chance he won't finish the bottle on his own. there's no point letting a drink like this go to waste or so he says to himself, as if that's remotely convincing. the truth of the matter is that he'd rather not be alone tonight so he's heading towards the room of someone who wouldn't judge him too harshly. not that he can guarantee that, but it's just the general feeling he gets after the few interactions they've had so far.
he raps on amos' door quietly, not quite aware of how late it is. the worst thing that can happen is the guy refuses to be in each other's presence, which would be understandable, but at least he can give amos the wine so he isn't the one who would end up drinking the entire thing alone.
he's got a smile ready whenever the door opens, hands lifting up the spoils he's brought over tonight. ]
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he could have spent tonight drinking in his own room all by his lonesome, but there's a chance he won't finish the bottle on his own. there's no point letting a drink like this go to waste or so he says to himself, as if that's remotely convincing. the truth of the matter is that he'd rather not be alone tonight so he's heading towards the room of someone who wouldn't judge him too harshly. not that he can guarantee that, but it's just the general feeling he gets after the few interactions they've had so far.
he raps on amos' door quietly, not quite aware of how late it is. the worst thing that can happen is the guy refuses to be in each other's presence, which would be understandable, but at least he can give amos the wine so he isn't the one who would end up drinking the entire thing alone.
he's got a smile ready whenever the door opens, hands lifting up the spoils he's brought over tonight. ]
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