[ oh what a beautiful moooooooorning. kaeya is meandering the newest floor, in particular the spa where he is seated, holding a tube of mascara that is shut now, gently patting polaris' face with it and talking to him in a very soft voice.
when he looks up, he smiles immediately, however. ]
[ oh my god he has to really think about being like this, huh. kaeya just hums as if this is very natural and normal. he will act like there is nothing wrong oops. ]
Oh quite, but I do think it's a very handsome set of clothes. Are you helping out the staff again?
[ polaris turns around and he is wearing... a very cute bow in front of him, it's blue! he is, as always, happy to see him and beelines it to be pet. will you refuse this dog. ]
Why would I help anyone? What they do is none of my business.
[he looks like the decision not to pet the dog is causing him physical pain. after a second, with utmost subtlety (it is not subtle) he holds out his hand and gives him a very light scratch on the head.]
[ yeah the outfit probably is not helping, but kaeya does sit back a little and rub his chin a moment before hopping off his chair. ]
Well, if this is just how you talk, [ another brow raise..... ] then that's that. Nothing to be done about it. Come with me, then.
[ he's going to hop off the seat and gesture with a hand over towards one of the nail tech tables??? seating himself behind it and patting the seat in front of him. polaris kind of just grumble barks, the scratch from earlier sufficient enough evidence that hE IS STILL BELOVED SO he will corral rupert like a sheep dog. please sit! ]
[ saying no to polaris is like saying no to a small child that asks if u will be their friend so. yeah. dog just sits happily besides rupert as kaeya just kind of seems to poke around the tables numerous drawers. ]
I think sometimes the best thing to do in these cases is to simply... let someone take care of you. Even if you're going to hem and haw the whole way, hm?
[ there are no colors set out as he moves about and gathers things—a few warm towels, a file, and even a little pot of moisturizer. ]
May I ask you a question?
[ removing his gloves, he carefully cleans his own hands before holding them out to him. gimme. it's very clear he doesn't seem to be too bothered (or turned away) by rupert having to talk this way. so. ]
[ he will get just a nice manicure, nothing fancy, it's more like a nice hot towel treatment for your hands and maybe some clear topcoat for fun. ]
I've just been thinking a lot about things that I regret... they've been weighing on me. I wanted to ask you, as a friend, if I could just talk with you a bit?
[...hm. he feels a little bad having a conversation like this while he's talking this way, so he goes back to his regular tone of voice, taking off the hat.]
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w3, mon or tues, take your pick
when he looks up, he smiles immediately, however. ]
Ahh, good morning, Rupert. How have you been?
tuesday works!
Good morning! I...
[it's said cheerfully before he coughs lightly, stopping himself, sounding more irritated as he continues.]
I'm fine! What does it matter to you?
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Just curious—considering your outfit at all. You look very dashing today!
[ raising a brow ]
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Nobody asked you to comment on how I look! Tch...
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Oh quite, but I do think it's a very handsome set of clothes. Are you helping out the staff again?
[ polaris turns around and he is wearing... a very cute bow in front of him, it's blue! he is, as always, happy to see him and beelines it to be pet. will you refuse this dog. ]
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[he looks like the decision not to pet the dog is causing him physical pain. after a second, with utmost subtlety (it is not subtle) he holds out his hand and gives him a very light scratch on the head.]
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Hm, this is very unlike you, Rupert... did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?
[ are you cursed, buddy? ]
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[no. he Cannot.]
I'm not cranky!
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Tch! What makes you think I need your help? I can take care of myself.
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just going to snap his little bellhop hat strap with a chuckle. it's not too hard. ]
Mmmmmhmmmmmm, I'm going to assume this is something that needs to ride its way out of your system, like a curse of some kind, perhaps.
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Who said you could touch me?! I'm not cursed!
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I see. Well if it's not a curse, and it's not poor sleep, then it must be...
[ puberty.................? ]
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Stop assuming there's something wrong with me! This is just how I talk!
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Well, if this is just how you talk, [ another brow raise..... ] then that's that. Nothing to be done about it. Come with me, then.
[ he's going to hop off the seat and gesture with a hand over towards one of the nail tech tables??? seating himself behind it and patting the seat in front of him. polaris kind of just grumble barks, the scratch from earlier sufficient enough evidence that hE IS STILL BELOVED SO he will corral rupert like a sheep dog. please sit! ]
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[he will allow himself to be shepherded, because even now he cannot say no to polaris ever. he'll take a seat.]
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I think sometimes the best thing to do in these cases is to simply... let someone take care of you. Even if you're going to hem and haw the whole way, hm?
[ there are no colors set out as he moves about and gathers things—a few warm towels, a file, and even a little pot of moisturizer. ]
May I ask you a question?
[ removing his gloves, he carefully cleans his own hands before holding them out to him. gimme. it's very clear he doesn't seem to be too bothered (or turned away) by rupert having to talk this way. so. ]
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You can ask whatever you want, but I don't have to answer.
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I've just been thinking a lot about things that I regret... they've been weighing on me. I wanted to ask you, as a friend, if I could just talk with you a bit?
[ even tho u r talking like this, it's fine. ]
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Yeah, of course you can. What regrets...?