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Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, a man with a near unpronounceable name and one of the mythical snowland fae, is a recluse. Actually, he is such a recluse that Varka has taken to using any time he runs into Flins while he’s not busy as an opportunity to set up a meeting or a night drinking.
So of course when he sees the blue haired man he simply has to slide into the booth across from him, confident smile and all.
”Flins, how’s it going?” He says with that jovial tone, voice nearly booming.
Flins finishes taking a drink of his wine and shakes his head calmly, “Ah, the typical. Some man slid into my booth and started a conversation without allowing me to properly greet him.”
Varka laughed, his whole body shaking with it. “Okay, okay. I needed to set up a meeting with you about what you’re planning to tell Illuga if he gets suspicious.”
The fae shook his head gently before taking another sip of his drink. There was silence, surprisingly not as awkward as it could be, before he responded. “That is simple, I plan on telling him nothing.”
”Okay then,” he laid back, an arm covering the top of the booth, “You’re starting to sound like Albedo.”
Flins smirked, seemingly happy with that comparison. Not that Varka minded, Albedo is a good kid, even if he’s much older than Varka himself.
They sat there for a moment, Flins being the one to break the silence, “Speaking of Albedo, do you have any more information on his brother?”
”Hahaha, no, not really. From what everyone back in Mondstadt says, Durin’s a good kid. Maybe a little nïave, but good,” he shook his head as the clock chimed.
Instead of answering, Flins simply listened to the clock, nodding slightly at each ding. When it ended, he sighed out and downed the rest of his glass. “My apologies, but whilst I’d love to continue this conversation I do have a patrol to begin,” he stood up, and being ever the gentleman, offered to help Varka stand as well.
”Hahaha, don’t worry about it, I’m meeting with someone soon so I think I’ll stay here,” the blonde shook his head.
”Well then, have a good night. We can meet up about whatever you wish to speak of this Friday, same time as today,” Flins stood upright, turning to leave.
Varka intended to respond, he really did, but when Flins’ hair shifted backwards he saw a mark on his ear. It looked almost like a bite…
Shaking himself out of his stupor, Varka tried to distract himself with a drink… or three.