[ stinky indeed. well, not really, before he certainly was but he's since had a bath to get most? of the burnt smell off of him. it likely still lingers, along with the burnt pieces of his long hair draped over his shoulder. he refuses to button most of his shirt, okay, the burns spread across ache. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk.
[ he. is familiar. glancing up! curled up on a couch in the grand salon probably, a corner one. polaris is on a pillow that's been tossed down to the floor, paws crossed and head resting on them. he opens an eye and greets niah, tail thumping softly. ]
Have a seat.
[ he pats the cushion beside him with his good hand. ]
[ he chuckles until. u know. the sword is pulled out, about to say that of course he's a mess, he's just been rolling around with mole people and getting flambéd thoroughly underground!!!! there's no need for violence!!!!
and then he starts to trim his hair. and it's.
well. ]
Ah... [ he holds perfectly still, for once, hands resting carefully in his lap. ] Hah, not too much.
[ Joonghyuk squints like how does Kaeya have the audacity to tell him what to do. He only trims off the burnt pieces, maybe cleans up some split ends because. His sword is very sharp. Then makes sure everything looks good.
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Yoo Joonghyuk.
[ he. is familiar. glancing up! curled up on a couch in the grand salon probably, a corner one. polaris is on a pillow that's been tossed down to the floor, paws crossed and head resting on them. he opens an eye and greets niah, tail thumping softly. ]
Have a seat.
[ he pats the cushion beside him with his good hand. ]
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Joonghyuk looks to the cushioned seat, then back to Kaeya. No. He’s fine. He wanted to ask about his wounds, but. ]
Niah.
[ Niah perks up before taking a detour, shifting into a Jaguar to bring a single chair. ]
You will sit.
[ Chair. ]
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Huh? Oh. Okay...
[ looking at the chair he'll make his way over and have a seat, carefully crossing one leg, ankle on his knee. ]
What is this about?
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[ The sound of a sword pulled out of its sheath is here! And he
Trims off the burnt pieces of Kaeya’s hair like he’s a dystopian hairdresser. Just to tidy it up. It was driving him insane. ]
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[ he chuckles until. u know. the sword is pulled out, about to say that of course he's a mess, he's just been rolling around with mole people and getting flambéd thoroughly underground!!!! there's no need for violence!!!!
and then he starts to trim his hair. and it's.
well. ]
Ah... [ he holds perfectly still, for once, hands resting carefully in his lap. ] Hah, not too much.
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It’s done. ]
How are your wounds?
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They're alright... All that's left is for the body to do the rest of the work.
[ he looks at yjh wearily. ]
I'm okay. I'll be okay. It's my sword hand, but I'm not just a sword, so. I will find my use elsewhere for now until it's healed.
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... I am not that worried. [ However Kaeya wants to see it. ] Did someone get you healed?