"diluc." though crepus is smiling at his son, it's not a smile that reaches his eyes; rather, it's a strained expression, as if he's only narrowly keeping some strong emotions in check. sitting on the couch behind where he stands is thirteen-year-old kaeya, wrapped in a blanket and looking all sorts of regretful, unable to meet his big brother's eyes. "do you know anything about a trip to springvale your little brother decided to take on his own ? because said trip involved a little ... accidental spill in the lake. he can't swim, diluc."
[ big brother privilege is getting scolded for all your baby bro's ill-advised misadventures, even when they're not your fault sdfsdk ]
" Yes, fath--- " Seeing Crepus' face, the well tucked away displeasure behind it, makes something within Diluc's chest leap. It has him straightening his backside, providing both his father AND his younger brother his full, undivided attention, as if daring to be distracted even a LITTLE bit may result in a scolding. Slowly, do bright, doe eyes pivot betwixt the head of the Ragnvindr household, and the deflated, shivering boy just nearest him, lingering a tad too LONG on the younger male, before returning to that of their father's creased face.
" Trip to . . . n-no, father, I . . . I promise, I did not. " And, never, would he LIE to his beloved dad. ESPECIALLY not if it meant it may encourage Kaeya to do this again. The way he looks now, dripping with water, likely to catch a cold from whatever had possessed him to sneak out by his lonesome . . . it CONCERNS Diluc. There were far nastier, grizzlier things lying in wait out there that could take him out swifter than a body of water.
Diluc would rather his brother not meet so grim a fate.
" Next time, take me WITH you, Kae ! You could have gotten even more hurt ! " Probably not what Crepus wants to hear--- they shouldn't be wandering so far from the winery by themselves, REGARDLESS of whether they travel as a unit or solo, but Diluc, at heart, was still a CHILD despite how quickly he'd matured, compared to most children his age.
Marking his place in the book he'd been reading, Diluc hops from the couch and disappears into his bedroom, returning with the blanket his mother had woven for him just before her untimely death. It joins the other spread of linen upon Kaeya's shoulders, adjustments made so it would not slip off. " You can borrow this, but ONLY if you promise me you won't do this again, 'kay ? Knight's honor. "