Finding The Real You - Kaebedo

Chapter VIII - Regret-filled Mornings

They ignored their surroundings, encased in a bubble of just them. It was enjoyable that way, not having to worry about trivial matters. But most was lost when a knock on the door popped their bubble.

Kaeya quickly excused himself from the table, trying to be as polite as possible while being influenced by three glasses of wine. It only took him to stand up for him to realise the effects of the alcohol. Maybe he should've listened to Albedo's comment.. He walked to the door in a straight line, noticing how he could barely take in his surroundings, it felt like he was teleporting from place to place, but he ignored this all as he felt himself lay a hand on his doorknob.

Kaeya greeted the man with a friendly hello. Barely registering what he was saying. It took him a minute to realise that the man had indeed replied, stating his business there too. Why was it so hard to listen to what he said? Or just plainly remember it?

He asked the man to repeat himself, this time he strained to listen to every word, but his mind couldn't piece together the sentence. Something about work, Albedo, Kaeya, late? Oh. They were late.

Kaeya came to that sudden realisation while the man was still speaking, half shouting a dismissal at him, running to Albedo. He grabbed his shoulders  and shook Albedo, who seemed to be suffering at the loud noise. Maybe they both should take the day off. He was sure it'd be fine, neither of them were drowning in work.

The man, still at the door, cleared his throat, trying to bring attention to himself. Helping Kaeya realise that he hadn't closed the door. Kaeya decided to fit in a few sentences with Albedo before deciding to go back to the door, apologise, tell him that they'd both be taking a day off and dismissing him, a little kinder this time.

Now it was time for Albedo to be dragging Kaeya, and himself, back to bed. Even though Kaeya would probably be doing a little better if he was given some water, or a lot of it. Once Kaeya returned to the table that Albedo still sat at Kaeya's arm was grabbed not-so-softly by Albedo. Despite his size, he was actually quite strong, but that was expected of a knight. Albedo grabbed one last glass of water and dragged Kaeya to his bedroom, blocking out all the protests that were made and trying not to spill the water during Kaeya's little tantrum.

Kaeya was flung onto the bed, but Kaeya only registered that the air was suddenly soft. Soon a glass of water magically appeared in his hand, and his hand tilted. And tilted. Just as it was about to spill all over him it was snatched back and slammed on the table next to him.

Kaeya just thought about it being soft and cosy, unintentionally falling into the arms of Morpheus. Well, at least that would be one less problem for Albedo.

Albedo let his legs carry him back to the couch, quickly falling onto it once he was close enough. He wanted to end himself because of this headache, he'd be willing to kill his master just for this damned thing to disappear. Was this the result of what happened the night prior to this? He didn't believe that his drinking habits were that bad. Maybe a glass of water would've been better for him, would Kaeya even care to drink his?

Does Kaeya really matter right now? No. So Albedo pushed him to the corner of his mind, moving back to the kitchen for a glass of water. The living room was directly opposite to the kitchen, with a pathway in the middle of them leading to the other rooms. Perhaps he should go explore a little? Kaeya wasn't awake to stop him after all. The other rooms included the bathroom, which was opposite to Kaeya's bedroom, and a guest bedroom at the end of the hall. Maybe he should set himself up there? A bed would probably be better than just a couch. He set down his glass on the bedside table.

This room seemed to be similar, if not the same to Kaeya's.
The bed was a double bed, in the middle of the room with two bedside tables set on each side. A window was above the bed, but the curtains were currently covering it. Opposite the bed was the door, and on the left of the door were shelves, the right was a desk. Maybe not the best setup, but he had no complaints. It's not like Kaeya was an architect, maybe he just liked it this way.

And just as he'd finished observing the place, a sharp pain shot through his head. Why couldn't he just stay distracted? That would at least ease his pain. But there wasn't much to be distracted by, in his lab there were all sorts of things to research, and if he somehow ran out then he could just take a walk and find something new.

That's right, he could take a walk. He wouldn't have any chance of sleeping in his current condition, and some fresh air would probably do him well.

He sat up from his bed, slightly missing the comfort it brought. After taking three long strides he realised how tired he was, when was the last time he felt tired? Ignoring it, he carefully opened and closed the door, careful to make a sound. Would Kaeya even allow him to sleep in that bedroom? Three more strides, more thoughts of Kaeya. Wasn't a walk meant to get his mind off things? The start to this really wasn't helping. Three more strides, and he blocked out the thoughts.

He swiftly grabbed the keys from the shelf positioned next to the door, barely noticing himself shove them in his pocket.

Fresh air at last, it certainly helped with his headache. Where should he go though? He wasn't sure he'd make it back if he went to Dragonspine, how about a walk around the city? That should be alright.

He wondered how Sucrose and Timaeus were doing, perhaps he should pay them a visit on this walk. And that's exactly what he did. He walked up to the Good Hunter and watched himself greet and speak to Timaeus. Everything seemed to be going well.

Wait, he was watching himself speak with Timaeus? No, that can't be right, he's standing near the Good Hunter, wasn't he? So why was he seeing himself? He searched his mind for answers, finding some very relevant information that the alcohol seemed to make him forget.

He wasn't the only Albedo, and he was fully aware of it.

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