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[darknighted]

This is Diluc.

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[shadowsincryo]

Yes, and the more meat the better. Not that I’m against vegetables! But I crave the former a lot these days.

[The fridge is incredible. He doesn’t have to set up a warded area full of Cryo to maintain the same results. His tail wags.]

I’ll keep an eye out for healthy seedlings for the garden too.

[darknighted]

You're taking this wolf thing very seriously.

[Diluc opines, but there's no sting in the barb. He's happy to indulge Kaeya's preference for meat.]

Good. [A pause and he adds, casually.] Maybe some decent grape juice.

[shadowsincryo]

[Kaeya spreads his hands apart in a wide gesture.] I can't help it. These enhanced senses came with some instincts and cravings. One of those is meat.

[He lets his tail brush Diluc's leg. Just to be a bit of a brat.] But, alright. I'll look out for those. Any other plants you want me to specifically look for?

[darknighted]

Of course. We must see the wolf is properly fed.

[Diluc shakes his head, glancing down startled at the touch of that tail. This brat.

But it's nice, these simple moments.] Fresh herbs would be nice. Parsley. Chives.

[They'll help with making meals more interesting.]

[shadowsincryo]

Mmm, I wish we could get our hands on some lamp grass. [He misses it. Their scent. The light. He brushes his tail against Diluc's leg again.]

I'll be sure to bring home some lovely little seedlings. I trust you on what vintages come into this house.

[darknighted]

Me too.

[And now Diluc has an idea that he will chase down as well.]

Good. We'll meet back here for dinner.

[For more of this little domestic situation they've been building together.]