firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

Tsukiakari.

He did mention you might have enjoyed fighting each other back home.

Do you mind if I spend about 300 points?

[ quirks his brow. ] Tsukaikari… [ he’s not calling him that. ]

He’s one of the few Harbingers that would regularly spar with me, so we had… fun.

On what? It depends, since there are still a number of other things I need to buy and/or waiting to go through…

I thought you’d like to know his themed name.

[He holds his phone out for him.]

Spoiling my fiancé and Zhongli, are you? Good. Then I will wait until I have the appropriate funds to take care of it myself. Unfortunately I am rather broke at the moment.

[Motioning for him to sit on one of the couches.]

Besides extra fluff is there anything to be concerned about?

It’s good to know, that’s true, especially if he’s going to start preferring it over his old name.

Always. I made a number of room upgrade purchases recently and spoiling them is a past time of mine. [ sits on one of the couches. ] I need to spoil you some more too. How the heck are you so broke. Doesn’t Baritones generally *win* games? In fact, you just won a game. [ emet, are you just bad at money/points? ]

Yes. This can’t be all I’ve got to show for another trip to see lady death.

I'm not sure if he is, but there you have it.

[He laughs.]

I spoil myself constantly. Why do you imagine I have naught for points? I have many, many memories, dear Tartaglia, and a fancy room in which to reminisce.

[He sits next to him and brushes a hand across one of his new tails.]

Do you like these additions?

I thought you were an audition… but just because you spoil yourself doesn’t mean I can’t spoil you sometimes too. [ takes his phone back and fluffs up, engulfing emet in all his tails. ] I do, actually.

I am an audition, but I haven't been home in a long, long time. In this way I get to remember it in further clarity.

[He laughs tugging him into his lap and reaching over near the coffee table. He isn't the only one with tails that visits. He affixes a brightly colored bow on the end of one of them.]

…mm, that’s true. [ he hasn’t seen his family in some time, but that’s also not something he’d do in public; replay a real personal memory. ]

What are y- Emet! [ bristles! ] Aren’t I pretty enough? [ pouts up at him. ]

[Sad home movies. BARiTONES probably just ignores them now if they show up on his phone. Luckily, he usually pays for the private option.]

You're dashing, charming, and absolutely a terror on society.

[He rubs his nose against his cheek delighted at the pout.]

[ yes, yes,
keep praising him. ]

If you keep that up you’re going to make me blush. [ loops his arms around emet’s neck and turns his head to peck his nose. ]

Do you not think yourself wonderful, Tartaglia, Childe, Caeli of Wild City?

I would like to see that blush.

[ getting praise from people he not only likes, but also respects is euphoric, and it’ll never not come as a pleasant surprise. ] Maybe I just like hearing you shower me in compliments. Don’t stop. [ there is a light dusting of color on his cheeks as he kisses him again, this time much harder as there are a number of feelings behind it. ]

There it is.

[He barely brushes his thumb across the blush once before Caeli's lips are on his.]

I know Five has mentioned it, but I have not felt so carefree in, well, as long as I remember. And I do have you to thank for that. You love living and take no compromise. It is a little infectious.

[ how dare you come for his life like that!!! ]

[ his blush darkens, spreading up to the tips of his ears, but he’s all smiles - looking nothing short of thrilled. ] I’m glad to hear that. [ combs his fingers through emet’s hair, ] You’ve already been through so much, more than I can imagine, really, so I’m glad I could help. You mean a lot to me.

Oh, do not think much of the troubles of this old man. This place is a vacation for me.

[He absolutely looks smug and is enjoying not only the pets, but the blush on his face.]

To think this all came about due to your poor chopstick skills. I did hear the tale. I daresay you must remain a novice at them for prosperity.

Lu~cky you, Emet-Selch. It's no vacation for me... I need to get back to Her Majesty sooner rather later. I can only imagine what's going on in Teyvat with some of its most important people dicking around here.

Though I shouldn't complain *too* much, since I did meet you and sensei.

... [ groans, digging his nails in for that comment. ] I can't. Xiansheng bought me a pair of chopsticks like the ones he'd given me back home. [ takes out his phone to show him a picture of the dragon/phoenix chopsticks. ] Look at these things! and he even bought them with his own money this time around.

She might be having an easier time of it, if so many players are here. Though missing two of her highest rank might make it more difficult.

[He leans his head on his shoulder as he is shown the photo, incredibly fond. Such moments as these are what he treasures most. Content domesticity.]

Did he? Well, I suppose I have to take it back.

[And he only laughs lightly for the nail digging.]

...mm, but, like you said, there's still a number of us back home, so maybe everything's still going according to plan. [ shrugs. he'll deal with that as soon as he's sent back home. see how 'on fire' the world is by that point. ]

And this is why I can't continue to just outright suck with them. If anything I need to practice more.

When you return and are able to write, I would like to know the details on how well it is going.

Do you need recommendations for lessons? I have an idea for one.

You think I’m going to get out of here before you? Hah.

Oh? What’s the idea? I’m all ears.

You seem the ambitious type, is why.

[He taps his chin.]

While he would be reluctant to admit it, Five does enjoy being fed.

You talking about food or blood? [ laughs. ]

Both.

But feeding him blood from chopsticks would be quite the feat.

…true. But you’d like me to practice my chopstick usage on sensei? Hopefully he doesn’t get fed up and threaten to use them against me again. [ said fondly of course. ]

I doubt he could at this point, boastful as it might be. Plus I imagine the urge to impress him might accelerate the learning process.

But where are my manners? You did have a recent terrible time, did you not? I imagine you'd enjoy some pampering.

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