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So yknow how I just said I would do writing dumps? Yeah well uh

It was weird really. Everyone saw it, but no one ever commented. Why would they? He was obviously not from here, he wasn't used to the customs of Teyvat.

It made Albedo 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 curious. He needed to know what it was that made this man tick. Why he never spoke unless he had too, why he was so set on helping everyone, even if they hurt him, why he was so good natured no matter what people did to him. It was driving the chalk-man insane.

He had to know. He had to know why that pretty blonde would swat at the air around his head when nothing was there, why he would act like he could see things others couldn't, why in the name of the 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, was he able to summon stars at his will? He didn't do anything with them, he just looked at them. He stared so longingly at them, like he yearned to be near them. Like he was familiar with them.

It was always the same pattern of stars. The same little constellation. Sure, he looked at it from different angles, but it was always the same set. Why were these little stars so important to him? Why did he smile so fondly looking at them one moment only to look away from them with glossy eyes the next? He held such an obvious connection to these stars, but why? They really didn't look like anything in particular. It was just a small set, some simple stars that really weren't anything special.

This guy would drive him mad.

This traveler from another world, the Honorary Knight of Favonius, The Hero of Liyue, The Enemy of Eternity, Captain of Swordfish II, The First Sage of Buer, he was renowned and loved all around Teyvat, he had impossible strength for a human, he had the prettiest of eyes- What in the world? What kind of thought was that? Albedo felt mad. He must've been. He had to be.

Oh Archons, not right now. A familiar high pitched voice rang through his cold lab, and in sauntered the man of the hour. The traveler himself. He always had such 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 timing, didn't he?

"What can I do for you, traveler?" Albedo asked, scanning his eyes over the man. Of course, Paimon spoke for him. "Well, Sucrose had said you might need help with something! We haven't spoken in a while anyways, so the traveler decided to stop by!" Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It was loud, piercing, how in the world did the traveler spend so much time with her? Another mystery of the man. His ridiculous tolerance for all things agitating.

The man in question stepped closer, running his hand along one of the book cases. When he spoke, his voice was comforting, calming, like honey in tea, like an experiment going perfectly. "Well, that and, Lisa says you borrowed a book a while back and haven't returned it. Is there a reason for that?" Of course, playing errand boy again. Albedo turned, skimming over a pile before picking up a book with a red cover. "It's this one." He said, smoothing his thumbs over the top. The traveler took the book, securely sliding it into his bag. "Well, thank you! Now miss Lisa won't come knocking at your door! Er... Uh, cave... wall?" Paimon said, settling a hand near her face. She floated around the traveler, reminiscent of a rather annoying fly. Although, Albedo did wonder how she flew so easily. It didn't make sense, she didn't have a glider, she didn't have wings, she didn't have any obvious magic, so... How did she do it? A mystery for another time he supposed.

"Have you eaten yet? It's getting late." Albedo said, surprising even himself with the proposal. Paimon's eyes lit up at the idea of food. She was quick to volunteer the traveler to hang around for a while.

Albedo whipped up some quick food, something hot. Pain in finished hers, then ate at least half of the travelers. He decided not to comment on the two's weird dynamic. Albedo's eyes caught on the traveler, the way his eyes were suddenly a bit dull, like he wasn't all there. Was he zoning out? The little episode didn't last long, only about three full seconds. As soon as the man snapped out of it, he pressed his hand to his neck, seemingly making sure there wasn't anything there. "Are you alright?" Albedo asked, hoping the man wasn't reacting poorly to the food. The man in question nodded, finishing his plate and setting it on the stack with Paimon's and Albedo's. That was... Odd.

After some idle chatter and a few thanks, he was gone. He looked so pretty, sitting there, eating the food Albedo had made him. It was a nice change of pace to the man's usual feist.

Where did these thoughts keep coming from?

He never got to run his experiment.