It has been thirty minutes since you’ve come to Kaeya’s apartment. Thirty minutes of you pacing around. Thirty goddamn minutes of your rambling because you stumbled across something that activated your memories of monster high dolls, MLP dolls, and shopkins.

He’s just watched and chimed with questions every now and then.

“Alright, I see, and what’s her name, she did what?” He asked, taking yet another sip of his wine.

It was gonna be a long night.