[ albedo's hands draw away from his hair, and kaeya grunts his displeasure. the gravy train has reached the station, it would seem. ]

Mm..

[ that still sounds sad to kaeya, but then, at the very least albedo isn't actively hurting. he's quiet for a moment, contemplative, imagining what it must be like living on that frigid peak, alone, with only research for company. kaeya sighs, sinking further into the cushions, his eyelid flickering low. the booze is catching up with him again, his lucidity gained from the bath beginning to fade, and kaeya yawns. ]

Well.. maybe I'll need to come visit you up there someday, in that case. Though I can't pretend to care too much about alchemy.