[ Kaeya gets a sort of dopey smile in return at the sentiment of them missing each other. Sure, that can be a part of it. Amos had been wrapped up in enough of his own bullshit that he hasn't really seen Kaeya a whole lot since they planted that seedling — maybe they should check on it one of these days — that it occurs to him belatedly that it has been a while; what's most important is that over those ensuing weeks, Kaeya made the right choice in coming to Zenith.
So, he's just plain ol' regular happy, enough that he can ride the high of that combined with the lingering fuzziness of sleep into being a little more outwardly affectionate than normal. He gives Kaeya a friendly little pat on the shoulder before extending his arm into the room — be my guest — and turning so that they can get past him. Amos watches as they set everything down, brain still turning over what Kaeya had just said about clothes, and is awake enough and caught up to speed by the time they're done that.
He shuts the door behind Kaeya's retainer as he leaves, running a hand through his hair, leaving it to stick up a little worse than it had been before. ]
Yeah. Been a little tired lately. [ He shrugs, it's no big thing. At least he looks more alert now as he makes his way over to the bed where just about everything is. ] I was gonna shower before the whole thing tonight.
[ See? He knows he can't just roll out of bed and show up to something with Lady Yima. Style points, please.
He looks down at the clothes on the bed, idly picking up the sleeve of something that's a deep purple, a sort of muted surprise crossing his face at how nice the fabric feels between his fingertips. He looks back up at Kaeya. ]
This shit's really nice. [ Like, really nice. ] You sure about this? I was just gonna throw on...
[ Some version of what he always wears? His voice trails off, as if he's realizing in real time that if it's between his usual wardrobe and things like what Kaeya wears — things like what Kaeya has brought him — his original plan would have been woefully inadequate. And normally he wouldn't care, but for Yima...
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So, he's just plain ol' regular happy, enough that he can ride the high of that combined with the lingering fuzziness of sleep into being a little more outwardly affectionate than normal. He gives Kaeya a friendly little pat on the shoulder before extending his arm into the room — be my guest — and turning so that they can get past him. Amos watches as they set everything down, brain still turning over what Kaeya had just said about clothes, and is awake enough and caught up to speed by the time they're done that.
He shuts the door behind Kaeya's retainer as he leaves, running a hand through his hair, leaving it to stick up a little worse than it had been before. ]
Yeah. Been a little tired lately. [ He shrugs, it's no big thing. At least he looks more alert now as he makes his way over to the bed where just about everything is. ] I was gonna shower before the whole thing tonight.
[ See? He knows he can't just roll out of bed and show up to something with Lady Yima. Style points, please.
He looks down at the clothes on the bed, idly picking up the sleeve of something that's a deep purple, a sort of muted surprise crossing his face at how nice the fabric feels between his fingertips. He looks back up at Kaeya. ]
This shit's really nice. [ Like, really nice. ] You sure about this? I was just gonna throw on...
[ Some version of what he always wears? His voice trails off, as if he's realizing in real time that if it's between his usual wardrobe and things like what Kaeya wears — things like what Kaeya has brought him — his original plan would have been woefully inadequate. And normally he wouldn't care, but for Yima...
Whoops. ]