#⚜ ❬ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❭ interaction. ❜

[electrose]

open to mutuals.

❝ It's sweet of you to worry, but I'm fine. Just a little tired, is all. Why don't you join me for a cup of tea, hm? ❞

[electrose]

        𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊, fast asleep. A once steaming teacup long-since forgotten sits to the side. There are stacks of books on either side of her, open to various pages. One wouldn't think to disturb the Librarian in a moment of reprieve. Surely, no one would be so foolish.

[electrose]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   kaeya  ( @geleum ) .

𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. It was the first time in a long while that the witch had worked after its official hours; unfortunately, the pile of paperwork she had put off all week and had begun to clutter her desk and she simply couldn't ignore it anymore, hence the reason for the late hour.

The halls were quiet as Lisa made her way out of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. If all went well, she'd be home in just a few minutes and could relax with a nice cup of tea for the rest of the night.

Of course, things never went exactly as planned. Lisa had just stepped outside into the cool, evening air when she heard footsteps approach. She turned, expecting it to be Jean — their diligent Acting Grandmaster had been known to work after hours on more than a handful of occasions — but was a little surprised to see it was Kaeya.

❝ Well, ❞ she hummed, lips curling into a smile. ❝ This is a pleasant surprise. I had surmised you'd left already. ❞

[electrose]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   diluc  ( @dhahabibi ) .

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊; just ten minutes after closing up the library and not a moment later. Lisa's presence was not an uncommon one in the Angel's Share — in fact, she had been coming here so often as of late that she had begun to greet the more frequent patrons by name. The Librarian did her due diligence in conversing with those who approached her, before eventually excusing herself to beeline for the bar; and if several pairs of eyes watched her saunter away — well, she paid them no mind. Lisa always did have tendency to command attention, even when she wasn't trying to.

As always, her melodious voice carried a subtle lilt when she caught sight of striking red hair behind the counter. ❝ Master Diluc! A glass of your finest Dandelion wine, please. ❞