[Diluc snorts, shifting slightly and crossing one leg over the other. He looks like the lord he was raised to be. Elegant and almost flawless if not for the spark of annoyance in his eye.] Because keeping my hands busy helps.
[Then his eyes widen then narrow and he snorts, like a horse considering tossing their rider.] Damn blood influence. Now I get why I said so much lately.
[He drops his hands to his lap. It was better he stop anyway. With his mind so occupied he can’t do his usual work with his hair.]
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[Then his eyes widen then narrow and he snorts, like a horse considering tossing their rider.] Damn blood influence. Now I get why I said so much lately.
[He drops his hands to his lap. It was better he stop anyway. With his mind so occupied he can’t do his usual work with his hair.]