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Having practically been knocked out cold by his near-nonstop drinking of Death After Noon from the previous night, Kaeya Alberich expected nothing more than to, once again, awaken within Angel's Share, Mondstadt's local tavern. Besides, for every other time in which he had blacked out due to overdrinking, he woke up right where he had passed out; at the front bar of the tavern, where the bartender, Diluc, his brother, would stand, take orders, and hand out the patrons' drinks and/or snacks. Yes, Kaeya and Diluc were brothers and, even in spite of that, Diluc would allow for his own brother to drink so much that he would basically knock himself out, and then even leave him there for the night.

And yet, this time it was... different. After all, instead of being met with the familiar scent of fruity and floral wines, Earthy and piney beers, and the more muted aromas of a variety of bar snacks, those of which all came together to create a strangely fresh outdoorsy scent; the familiar sight of the wooden wall with built-in shelving that stood behind the bar, which was peanut brown in hue, as well as the colorful, jewel-like bottles of various alcohols that made the Cavalry Captain practically salivate as their translucent glass twinkled and glinted beneath the tavern's dim lighting, not to mention the polished, fancy display plates and neatly organized recipe papers, too; and the familiar sound of indistinct, yet noisy chatter that came off as distorted and drowned out due to his drunken state, he was met with something else entirely.

Still, there were two things similar here to what he was used to in the tavern: What he would taste, and what he would feel. After all, just because he woke up somewhere other than the tavern didn't mean that the taste of his favorite wine, Death After Noon, still didn't dance and play upon his tongue, attached to it like a lingering spirit - a ghost reminiscent of the past night of fine, yet careless wine drinking. That, and what he would feel: Drunken sorrow, which was ample in his bones; tired eyes so heavy he felt he'd never see the morning again; beads of sweat formed from overheated, delirious drunkenness rolling down his temple and spine, almost as if they were little spiders, curious and wanting to map out the flesh of Kaeya's perfect, dark-skinned body; a clear mind now fuzzied with drunken awakening as he tries to cluster up his innumerable thoughts and make way for the day, though his head aches and throbs with the desire to just black right back out and allow for his hangover to pass in times of unconsciousness, so that the pain would not be felt as salty tears pricked his eyes all over again...

No matter, those were merely the things that he'd feel with his own body, and not with the tavern surroundings. After all, his current surroundings did not match his usual sense of touch because, instead of feeling his back aching and burning from being slumped over in a hard, wooden chair in an awkward position all night long, he, instead, awoke to the feeling of soft, yet sturdy materials holding him up and hugging his sleepy body, which occasionally shook with the pain of a massive hangover, that of which rattled his bones and made him groan in agony. But at least the feel of soft n' silky sheets helped to ease his mind, which was especially thanks to their pleasantly frigid texture against his warm, sweaty skin. And as he came to, he even found his head to be resting atop a fluffy, well-kept pillow, which made him feel as though he were sleeping on a cloud. Why, it had been so long since he had felt such comfort upon being in his waking moments, as he was rather used to the unpleasant awareness that his constant drinking and blacking out over at the Angel's Share tavern would give him. Still, this change was a very welcome one, and the way in which it helped mollify him was significant.

Hell, it even almost felt as though his hangover had left him for a moment or two as he stretched his long and lanky body out, mouth gaping wide open as he cutely yawned and, in turn, made a sleepy little "Aaaahhh~" noise. With that, his arms stretched above his head, and his fingers playfully opened and closed around nothing but air. However, such bliss came to an abrupt end when the Cryo turned his head to the side, because it brought an onset of immense and unbearable pain to his cranium, all of which was thanks to his massive hangover. In response, Kaeya flinched in pain, hands and fingers instinctively whipping down to his head, which was all in order for them to entangle themselves within his soft and luscious hair, that of which was a shade of Bermuda blue - though his bangs were adorned with a single bijou streak of stone blue - and reaching all the way down to his waist in length.