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[ALLOWS the tugging, i GUESS]

Oh. Exciting.

...hardly. [ as soon as diluc is next to him he leans against him and shuts his eyes. ]

[ after a few moments of silence he turns to kiss his cheek. ] I’m glad you’re here.

["I really don't know how to feel about you being so soft."

Maybe don't say it, Noctua. Accepting the leaning and kiss, even counterleaning a little.]

And just the one, at that.

You fought, I take it?

[ he’d blame it on being drunk. ] Of course we fought. [ lifts a hand draws water from their surroundings to conjure a couple of figures; making them fight before their eyes. ] I want him dead. [ clenches his fist and both water figures burst, splashing them a little. ]

[watching the figures, considering.]

Why? I didn't think fighting necessarily means hatred, for you.

It doesn’t. I have met a number of incredible people through fighting... and sometimes that’s the only method in which I can connect with a person. But this is different. He’s m- ...no, he’s not me. He’s weak, and... [ he just hates this and he doesn’t want to talk about it. he’ll just reach for the bottle of booze sitting beside himself and bring it to his lips to nurse. ]

[swipes the bottle.]

I think you should tell me about him.

[ let’s him take it. ]

...

No. He’s not worth paying any more of my time to.

I’d rather talk about you... [ kisses him again and triiiiies reaching for that bottle. ]

[tolerating the kiss, but angling to keep the bottle out of reach.]

[ slumps... straight into his lap, giving an indignant huff as he decides to give up for the time being. ]

How have you been doing, Noctua? Do you want me to make you that smoothie, because I will. Or a drink of any kind, really.

[pats his head a little awkwardly.]

Are you in any condition to be making anything?

I've been fine.

...I'll be alright. I just need to focus on something else. [ anything else! anyone else? ]

[ he twists around and reaches up to gently cup noctua's face, aiming to drag him down for a chaste kiss. ] I want to make you something besides. Whatever you like. You've already done plenty for me.

[kisses him, warmer than his general vibe would suggest.]

Aren't you overstating the things I've done?

...not at all. I enjoy spending time in your company and you got my Vision back, something that meant a lot to me, and then... [ gives him another soft kiss. ] And Noctua has such a nice, tight asshole and big fucken dick~ how could I *not* love that about him~

[kisses him again just to shut him the fuck up, with a cranky noise.]

[ his laughter is muffled. ] ♥~ [ sits up and loops his arms around his neck. ] Let me cook something for you. I feel at ease in the kitchen and I want to spoil you.

...All right. Just don't hurt yourself, you drunk.

I'll be careful. [ turns into something akin to a hydro seelie and smushes himself up against diluc's face. he... can't talk now, but come on~ let's go back to cupcake! ]

[cute...

does his best not to react to WET SEELIETHING ON HIS FACE, but turns toward cupcake anyway.]

[ HE IS THE CUTEST. ]

[ blows bubbles and continues nudging him as they head to cupcake. once there he changes back and drags Noctua into the kitchen. grabbing an apron he puts it on, using it to cover his bloody front, and washes his hands before setting to raiding their cabinets and fridge to make something as close to a mondstadt specialty as it could possibly get. ]

Edited (wow, I didn’t know I never finished writing this xD) 2021-05-11 23:50 (UTC)

[this is all so whirlwind, but-]

You really are comfortable in a kitchen.

Of course! I have a number of siblings, so I had to help out and make sure everybody had something to eat. [ his father was often sick too, so he wanted to help ease the burden his mom had to carry. ]

Aha.

[a complicated expression crosses his face at the mention of siblings, but he simply nods after a moment.]

I see.

[ lifts a brow, but keeps his mouth shut, and instead just passes diluc some food once he's finished. ]

And cooking and cleaning are monotonous enough that I can kind of lose myself in them, y'know, makes it easy to relax.

Mm, repetitive tasks are good for that. Thank you.

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