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“You know,” Kaeya says, stirring his dripping smoothie with a paper straw, “you could simply ask him to pose for you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” a frown pulls at Albedo’s mouth; one of faint annoyance and painful internal struggle. “Anyone in their right mind would turn down such an offer. He doesn’t even know me.”

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, buddy,” not your buddy, Albedo echoes, because while he’s familiar with Kaeya Alberich, he barely tolerates the man at times, “but if you ever find it in yourself to get your adorable button nose out of that sketchbook and point it towards the table over there, you might find that you’ve sorely miscalculated.”

True to his word, the golden-haired boy is looking their way.

Albedo prides himself for his ability to stay aloof; however, it might take a single accidental meeting to permanently alter that course of thought.