[ Does Kaeya expect to run into a low of his acquaintances around here, in the narrow streets of Kowloon? Maybe, maybe not. Information about the area seems to be spreading among the shardbearers one way or another, after all. But he might not be expecting to hear one specific voice, and especially not in one specific contest. ]
-- hey, Kaeya.
[ It's Gen's voice that calls out to him as he's passing by an alley, except he sounds ... a little weird? Kind of breathless. And slurred? For a split second he almost sounds like he's unwell, though even a brief glance over shoulder make the answer clear.
He's just drunk as hell.
Gen's leaning against the wall of an alleyway, posture slumped and cheeks flushed, and he gives a half-assed wave of the hand to gesture Kaeya closer. He'd been surprised enough to recognize one of the many faces passing by, and now that he's managed to actually spot someone he knows, he's sure as hell not letting this slip by him. So. As soon as Kaeya closes the distance between them a bit, he looks up from the ground (which keeps wobbling under him, god damn) with a crooked smile to slur, ]
wildcard!
-- hey, Kaeya.
[ It's Gen's voice that calls out to him as he's passing by an alley, except he sounds ... a little weird? Kind of breathless. And slurred? For a split second he almost sounds like he's unwell, though even a brief glance over shoulder make the answer clear.
He's just drunk as hell.
Gen's leaning against the wall of an alleyway, posture slumped and cheeks flushed, and he gives a half-assed wave of the hand to gesture Kaeya closer. He'd been surprised enough to recognize one of the many faces passing by, and now that he's managed to actually spot someone he knows, he's sure as hell not letting this slip by him. So. As soon as Kaeya closes the distance between them a bit, he looks up from the ground (which keeps wobbling under him, god damn) with a crooked smile to slur, ]
Do me a little favor, would ya?