Well, no — he does. Amos does want to be in Springstar, and he does want to find Kaeya, but he has other things he wants to do, and his discord is tugging at him, pissing him off, making him want to go back to Highstorm. Now, actually, considering how long he's been at this.
But he can't. Every time it feels like he's going to find Kaeya, finally get the chance to talk to him, Kaeya isn't there. Every time, his frustration mounts, and he's about ready to call this a wasted day, just go back to Highstorm, fine, if Kaeya wants to avoid him then see if he fucking cares—
He still cares.
And it's as he's dodging some of the festivities — though his blackened sclera and irritable, no-bullshit body language are probably helping keep revellers away from him, too — that he spots something in an alleyway.
Or more like someone, some of the light — the fucking light, this is hell, why would anyone willingly be here — highlighting that blue hair.
Amos doesn't bother to hide the fact that he's coming over; Kaeya's not getting away from him this time. He's about ready to give him a piece of his mind when he finds that stepping into the alley's shadows is like a soothing sort of balm; when he realizes that being in the same space as him floods him with relief more than anything else.
Not that he still isn't annoyed. ]
There you are. [ He removes the hood from his head, crosses his arms over his chest. ] The fuck, Blue? What're you doing?
[ This isn't like before, when Kaeya would have every reason to avoid Amos, so — despite the irritation in his voice — it's a genuine question. Just stay and talk to him this time, maybe? ]
kaeya —
Well, no — he does. Amos does want to be in Springstar, and he does want to find Kaeya, but he has other things he wants to do, and his discord is tugging at him, pissing him off, making him want to go back to Highstorm. Now, actually, considering how long he's been at this.
But he can't. Every time it feels like he's going to find Kaeya, finally get the chance to talk to him, Kaeya isn't there. Every time, his frustration mounts, and he's about ready to call this a wasted day, just go back to Highstorm, fine, if Kaeya wants to avoid him then see if he fucking cares—
He still cares.
And it's as he's dodging some of the festivities — though his blackened sclera and irritable, no-bullshit body language are probably helping keep revellers away from him, too — that he spots something in an alleyway.
Or more like someone, some of the light — the fucking light, this is hell, why would anyone willingly be here — highlighting that blue hair.
Amos doesn't bother to hide the fact that he's coming over; Kaeya's not getting away from him this time. He's about ready to give him a piece of his mind when he finds that stepping into the alley's shadows is like a soothing sort of balm; when he realizes that being in the same space as him floods him with relief more than anything else.
Not that he still isn't annoyed. ]
There you are. [ He removes the hood from his head, crosses his arms over his chest. ] The fuck, Blue? What're you doing?
[ This isn't like before, when Kaeya would have every reason to avoid Amos, so — despite the irritation in his voice — it's a genuine question. Just stay and talk to him this time, maybe? ]